Sick Sense Poem by Frizz Warwick

He'll leave it there and off he'll wonder
He won't think of his actions - no time to ponder

Along comes a woman but she had the sixth sense
Without even seeing it she's on the defence!

So she is safe but here comes another...
Talking away, arm in arm with her lover

Without a mistep they cross the road, along and cross back
Blissfully unaware they have escaped an attack

A short time passes and along comes a man - big and round
But he HAS spotted the danger and stares with no sound

And yet he continues toward it without blinking an eye
Soon he is upon it, too late! I let out a small cry...

He realises his actions as his heavy foot comes down
The victim has been caught, his shoe smelly and brown

He looks to the heavans and lets out a loud scream
Not all of us are blessed - or so it would seem!