Splash
Driving home, cold winter night,
Dank, dark, snowing still,
Traffic bad, peering ahead,
Round the corner, over the hill.
Road and pavements all icy,
Sleet lying thick on the ground,
Windscreen wipers beating
Their regular heart’s sound.
Two boys at the side of the road,
Doing something I cannot observe,
Smash my screen with a snowball,
Just as I come out of the curve.
Momentarily startled,
Shocked, but keeping my nerve,
Holding on, juggling the steering,
Battling the skid and the swerve.
Thoughtless, stupid little fools!
Can’t they see what they’ve done?
Nearly causing an accident,
All for their moment of fun.
Wheels nearly striking the kerb,
Direction all in a muddle,
Driving through the slush and the mush,
Straight through a bloody big puddle.
The intention was never mine,
Couldn’t see the pothole was there,
But to be perfectly honest,
I cursed, I didn’t really care.
With such a happy circumstance,
Suddenly it’s all over in flash -
A huge arc of freezing cold water,
Covering them with a hell of a splash.
Blinding the aggressors -
What a battle they’ve been in!
A cascade of retribution,
Soaking both through to the skin.
Instant, cruel justice,
Dispensed without any trial,
Leaving them both fuming,
Whilst I drove off with a smile.
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2012
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