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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.
© Written by Dominic John Gill Created on 2/13/2001