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.'
Comments about Fool Once, Twice... by Ima Ryma
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.