Stop Drop And Roll Poem by Patti Masterman

Sometimes bad news will come
And I hear howling in the next room
Because the news hasn't reached me yet
In my room. And I think..and I think..
I think I want to tuck in my tail and roll
Stop, drop, and roll up into a ball
Roll right into the past, and stop there
At the instant before the bad news broke open
So I never have to hear it, never have to grieve
It could almost work if I can keep my wits about me
And refuse any messengers ingress
And keep a gun handy to shoot
Errant messengers..yes..!