Walk a mile

An ode to a local yokel named Kas

Down south, somewhere deep in the wops,
a feisty young woman would dwell.
She seemed sweet and demure, quiet and shy,
until she roared a mighty fighting yell.

The tui took flight, the kiwi ran scared
as Kas stomped around in her gumboots.
"Ken!" she shouted, startling two fantails,
"You and me are now in cahoots!"

Ken was startled from an afternoon doze
and almost fell from his hammock with fright.
He lived a long way from the land with the long white cloud
and there was no young lass in his sight.

Ken couldn't ignore the urge to log in
to his favourite writing site.
And lo and behold, the mystery was solved
and Ken started to put things right.

He signed up to the challenge and fired off mail
to young Kas down 'en zed' way.
"I've rolled up my sleeves, I've picked up my quill,
let's work out how to make them all pay."

Everyone doing NaPo quivered and shook
and wondered what the two would do.
They wreaked havoc galore, but I can't tell you more,
because I'm saving that for Poem Two.


Free verse with ABCB rhyme scheme. Written 1 April 2015.

Inspired by Fi .