Ricky The Rock
Ricky the Rock sat high on a hill
Pondering evil and no goodwill
Why do you always devise a plan
To constantly fight your fellow man
No one to guide him on the right trail
Ricky the Rock was certain to fail
From the day he was a mere stone
The lonely pebble lived all alone
Ricky saw a gun on his TV
He exclaimed, "That is the thing for me!"
With that I can rob, steal, and plunder
I'll render the whole town asunder
Ricky's crimes became legendary
His reign of terror quite contrary
Stripes, and bars, and a cold steel cell
Ricky the Rock had a story to tell
One day they brought a mean sledgehammer
Ricky's brave speech became a stammer
With one fell blow he turned into dust
A lesson to be learned by all of us
Ricky the Rock sat high on a hill
Pondering evil and no goodwill
@Copyrighted December 4, 2015 by Brett Matthew West
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Author Notes
Something to think about.
The Gift from the Volcano, by cleo85, chosen to compliment my poem.
So, thanks cleo85 for the use of your picture. It goes so nicely with my little poem.
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