I turned chicken

Book 30 Page 25

I turned chicken

“Come on I’ll take you on.”

“Come on! come on, you’re making me angry.

And all I could think of was,

How I could flee.

I didn’t want my head kicked in

By this six foot, mean and mussel bound crim.

I didn’t want to be kicked around like a rubbish bin.

So I ran, ran like the wind, ran like a chicken,

What was I to do!?

He was strong and I was weak.

He was mighty mean and,

So I just ‘Freaked.’

I ran like the wind,

Yes I turned chicken, chicken, chicken.

But I rather be chicken, chicken, chicken

than to have my face and body, kicked in / kicked in / kicked in.