my momma, she try to warn me

“he’s trouble…jus’ like yer old man

find sumpthin’ better… if ya can.”

course, i didn’t listen to her plea;

Clyde winked as i sat on his knee

he taught me how to aim a gun,

showed me armed robbery be fun!

terrorized those folks in Texas

FBI came lookin’ for us

cops ambushed car, our daze was done.



This poetic form is a “decima” with 10 lines of 8 syllables each and abbaaccddc rhyme scheme.  Read more at d’Verse Poets where Gayle is hosting!