Tonight's Poet Corner: We Dressed In Chainmail
We Dressed In Chainmail
by Belinda Roddie
A couple years back, we
discovered our father's foam swords,
fashioned shields out of raw wood,
dressed in chainmail, and set out
to slay the local dragon terrorizing our
agoraphobic neighbor.
When we got to the scene, we saw fire
emanating from a barbecue pit, and we
stabbed at the embers feverishly until
the tips of our weapons became sooty and black
and the police were called to see
what the noise was.
We explained the situation and said
we deserved the key to the city
from the mayor because we had slain
the Grill Dragon. Instead, we got grounded
for two weeks (by our mother) and a
pat on the back and high-five
(from our father who said,
"Next time, we'll go
on a quest together.")
by Belinda Roddie
A couple years back, we
discovered our father's foam swords,
fashioned shields out of raw wood,
dressed in chainmail, and set out
to slay the local dragon terrorizing our
agoraphobic neighbor.
When we got to the scene, we saw fire
emanating from a barbecue pit, and we
stabbed at the embers feverishly until
the tips of our weapons became sooty and black
and the police were called to see
what the noise was.
We explained the situation and said
we deserved the key to the city
from the mayor because we had slain
the Grill Dragon. Instead, we got grounded
for two weeks (by our mother) and a
pat on the back and high-five
(from our father who said,
"Next time, we'll go
on a quest together.")
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