Face Off

Thomas Provençal


Face off

by Thomas Provençal 

Pugnacious and proud,

belligerently loud,

standing out in the crowd,

there’s a man. 

His odd attitude

both blatant and rude,

with language most crude 

makes me pan. 

I’m not of the sort 

to put up with this sport; 

without a retort 

I stand up. 

Determined at heart,

I face off with bad Bart,

my only weapon a fart.

We eye up. 

I feel in the air

and the break in his stare,

he’s not ready to square

at this time. 

Retaining his pride

and smiling wide,

he sets off with a glide

in decline.