Just a Little Poem

The muse for poetry does not hit me often, but it ocassionally does. Here is something from the first book I ever wrote, one that has not gone on to publication and for good reason.  But this poem is a nice little gem... well, not really. I'm not a poet. Enjoy. Muahahahahaha.

Happy Reading
--R. A. Wilson

Cast into Rubble

When our masters call

You will feel the rumble

We will come, one and all

And make your kingdom tumble

Fire, fire, fire

We’ll make your bridges fall

And the tallest buildings crumble

We’ll come and start a brawl

And watch you fumble

Fire, fire, fire

And when it is done

We will walk through the rubble

It has been a lot of fun

Creating this much trouble