Anger Resolver Poem by Ima Ryma

The sidewalk is covered in ice.
Why can't homeowners clear their walks?
It makes me mad. It would be nice
To put the bums in an ice box.
Well, I'm here, so I'll tread on.
If I'm careful, I'll be all right.
Oh, oh - here comes a woebegone.
A gal with a dog - not a good sight.
And worse yet, she's on her cell phone.
The puppy comes bounding at me.
Up go my feet - ground to tailbone.
My face feels a tongue, sloppily.

Anger in me is gone as quick
As a puppy dog's 'Hi there' lick.