Hot Rocks

Kicking pebbles up the beach,

Extracting my vengeance for all they've done.


Break a toe and feel it burn.

Somehow, the pain is self - inflicted.

Because only I can seem to see,

How I'm backed in this corner, afflicted.


They smoulder silently so no one will see.

Be warned; take caution. They'll fire up fast

If you turn your back or stray away.

Then you'll realise with a blast!

I was right all along...

Kicking Peggles down the beach,

I'm left no choice, you see?

The End

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