Sitting on the Fence

Beware of splinters

The tiny little

Niggardly ones

Piercing your skin

Into your bum

But sitting and waiting

To see if you fall

Are the nastiest

Splinter of them all

“Here are some tweezers”

A true friend would say

As they warn all others

Who sit on this fence

The splinters on here

Are as sharp

As your tongue

Sit still, do nothing

Before you’re the

Next one.

Peter Wicks

Pass the tweezers