There once was a Jolly Keen Giant <br />who was bold and extremely defiant. <br />He would roam through the globe <br />in a Krugerrand robe <br />and expect that the world be compliant. <br /> <br />He was strong and obnoxious, well fed. <br />Took a stuffed gray opossum to bed. <br />But there was a small spot <br />just the size of a dot <br />and if bothered would kill him quite dead. <br /> <br />Like Young Siegfried, he had been prepared <br />at the time when he bravely had snared <br />the big dragon from Hell <br />and he drained the blood well <br />brushed it onto the skin he had bared. <br /> <br />Well the Giant was pretty conceited <br />and he thought he could NOT be defeated. <br />But one wintery night <br />he had felt a small bite <br />and his life had been shamelessly cheated. <br /> <br />The opossum had come back to life <br />used his teeth like a big Bowie knife. <br />Cut through gristle and bone <br />to the most vital zone <br />now the Giant was truly in strife. <br /> <br />Within minutes he got septicemia <br />which resulted in shocking anemia. <br />So unless it's an elf <br />you'd best sleep by yourself. <br />He passed over from hypokalemia. <br /> <br />This is writ for the fourth of July. <br />Do not argue and don't ask me why. <br />Any giant, asleep <br />while his underlings weep <br />is a candidate, surely to die.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/july-fourth-2007/
