The soul has much to say
Snowmageddon...the battle of Clementon Road
Caught off guard
Aerial assault
in late October
The crew on
Clementon road
ambushed me
Now it's
Round two
Mid January
Payback time
for the old man
Well...not that old
Tracks leading
to my doorway
They're waiting for me
Little do they know
I'm hiding in my car
Armed and ready
Quietly creeping
up behind them
I almost feel bad
...almost
Dr. Evil laughter
Issuing a warning shot
A snowball off my door
The sound is like
cannon fire on impact
Still got the arm
A reminder of the past
Terror overcomes
my young adversaries
scrambling for shelter
My neighbors
cheer me on
from their windows
"Let them have it" they shout
Regrouping at a distance
"He can't hit us from here"
is their mantra
Aiming at the
biggest kid
Throwing a high hard one
Nailing him like
he had a bulls eye
on his chest
Shock and awe
Waving the white flag
Attention span ceases
"Have a good day Mr. Bussey"
is heard in the wind
Future mischief to explore
A round of applause
from my neighbors
Mr. Travis asks shyly
"Did you play ball?"
"You can say that" my reply
Accomplished with
a straight face
...and a wink
Booker T The MGs Green Onions
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Snowmageddon...the battle of Clementon Road
Snowmageddon...the battle of Clementon Road
