The sidewalk
I'm running across a huge hill
of manicured grass
like an endless lawn
I just can't get past
as I crest the hill top
i look down and see
a sidewalk
waiting for me
beyond it a city
of great might and will
and there it sits
silent and still
all grass to all city
is this sidewalk for real?
then I hear it
a distant BOOM
vibrating my sidewalk
With possible doom
BOOM BOOM BOOM it's coming closer
rumbling and shaking the ground as it nears
what will the crest of that hill expose?
OH its King Kong one of my worst fears
he BOOMS to the sidewalk
where I stand
and grabs me up
into his hand
and stuffs me into
the sidewalk crack
Im all squished in
but out I pop back
that crack is to small
for me to fit in
Im not the size
of a safety pin
before the Kong
I stand and wager
as the moment is long
my life's in danger
by fear I am bound
hes staring me down
I am filled with dread
then POOF
Im back in my bed
I hope and I pray
the sidewalk is ok
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