The Cool Club

With fingers cold and numb,
I wrapped the ice in snow.
Deadly (or so my parents said).
My newfoundfriends crowded around,
urging me forward.

"Here he comes" they whispergiggled.
And, with body cold and numb,
I cracked slow Jimmy Tibble
smack in the noggin.
My former best friend.


--John Wesley Lampe

Copyright (C) 2004 John Wesley Lampe