Ballistic Kisses by Stokey Bard

Remember the Woods

we used to run amok
about the woods
shouting “watchout! Gerrys!!”
no time for woodland creatures
bluebells, bracken or berries

building our dens
from the things that we found
pinecone grenades
hurled down from the mound

all charging out
with pointed sticks
bloodcurdling screams of DIE!!

but as mother always used to say
it’s all fun and games
till someone loses an eye!