Touché
Written April 23rd, 2011
Right in the middle of talk
You scream and run away
I look to see what made you balk
A tiny spider going about his day
I giggle at your silly fear
As I take him elsewhere
Only after you're certain it's clear
Do you rejoin me, still trembling from your scare
I pick on you and poke fun
You look at your feet, face red
Suddenly I scream and I'm on the run
The tables have been turned on me instead
You giggle at my greatest fear
As you swat the bee away
While my heart beats fast from it being near
I apologize and say; "Touché."