Killer Bees-Knees Poem by John W. McEwers

It was dark
I had no idea where I parked
and the fight had just broken out.

Two knuckle-throwers danced
across the lot, under a streetlamp
they were having a bout.

I watched the discord
from the safety of solitude
as the onlookers began to shout.

And a woman, so young,
stood near the two boys
and on her face she had a pout.

One threw a gut-punch
and the other slammed into a car
doubled over like he had gout.

Then the girl stepped between them
crying for peace, saying
there was nothing to fight about.

It seemed one boy had relations
with this, the other's girlfriend
and they decided to have it out.

It went on for many seconds
until the girl finally succeeded
in calming the two angry louts.

I was quite entertained
by this business, unfolded,
but they had damaged my Toyota.