Fool Once, Twice... Poem by Ima Ryma

My 2 comrades and I were caught
By the enemy as we spied.
Death by firing squad was the lot,
And immediately applied
One at a time to each of us.
The squad aimed at my comrade one.
He yelled, 'Earthquake.' There was a fuss,
And the first comrade made a run
For it, and got away. So then,
It was the turn of comrade two.
He yelled, 'Tidal wave, ' and again,
In the chaos, away he flew.

My comrades' tactics did inspire.
As the squad aimed, I shouted, 'Fire.'