Works by
Sam Morris
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Flash & Burn
By Sam Morris
Sam opened his gown and gave her a beam,
but Jenny was shocked, and she let out a scream.
She ran quickly away, both hands to her face,
He ran straight after her, with surprising grace.
“Come back,” he shouted, wanting to explain.
“Flashing is my hobby, I cannot refrain.”
Out then she went racing into the street.
She ran hard down the road, fast on her bare feet.
She ran on for miles right into the town.
Draped in nothing, except her silky nightgown.
She shrieked and shimmied from his pursue.
She thought she’d lost him, at the local town zoo.
She slowed to a walk - that was a mistake.
Sam appeared behind a bush waving his snake.
“Jesus Christ man, put your pork sword away!”
“Look woman I’m bored and just passing my day.”
She became quite angry, this the last straw.
So she tugged on it hard, like slamming a door.
He squealed with the pain, his face went quite red.
“Perhaps this is what hell is like, once you’re dead.”
However he struggled, she still held firm.
Tears came to his eyes, as it started to burn.
Roused by the ruckus and always alert,
along came the policeman, in a crisp light blue shirt.
He looked quite shocked, he was certainly stunned,
He flashed his own stick, considered a lunge.
“Doing that in public is an offence,
do you have anything to say, in defence?”
Poor Jenny was speechless, what could she say?
So the policeman handcuffed her and took her away.
Sam pulled closed his gown and turned right around,
Padding straight home over uneven ground.
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