A Quick Spin

[MystyrMystyry]

An odd memory
A picnic on a farm
A bunch of weird kids

One would grow up
To be a famous boxer
This day he was a snot

There were bikes
For us to ride
But not enough

A few missed out
So the snot
Decided he'd take mine


By force


Later packed away
We were given a frisby
To send sailing

It was obvious
He'd never flown one
And couldn't work it

It went up
It went down
It rolled on the ground

I snatched it
Poised behind my back
And aimed steadily

It sailed smooth
Straight through the air
Found its target

Smashed the ugly face
Blood streamed from his nose
I laughed he cried


I'd snotted the snot