My
head held high in the morning sky, I turned away for awhile;
then
with eyes ablaze I whirled unfazed and erased that steely smile:
"Look
here, you punk, I've got more spunk than your kind will ever know;
I'll
bet my stash, shoot with lowly trash, and have you eating crow."
From
within my bag I grabbed a "hag" --- an aggie cracked and
chipped
and
sent it quick with a firm-jawed flick to my right, where sun-rays
nipped.
With
a thin-lipped snarl and tight-fist gnarl he sent his steelie flyin'
and
when it missed he seemed so pissed I knew his aim was dyin'.
One
bomb you get, and his had hit, so now it was my turn;
But
I knew to crush his spirit to mush a bombsie I would spurn.
Instead
I'd use a sneaky ruse and get inside his head;
So
seeds of doubt would slowly sprout and quickly become dread.
"Suppose
you lose..." I began the ruse "to my crummy little hag;
Everywhere
you go everyone will know, so you better watch your lag.
As
King of the hill, it'd be a killer pill, 'cause everyone will laugh;
'Hey
there's Top Wheat --- hear he got beat (!) by a piece of lowly chaff!'
"
He
paused to think, and in that blink I knew I had set the hook;
His
inner fear became real clear when his face showed an ashen look.
He
knew I was right, what an awful blight for a horse to lose to a mule
Plus
a huge disgrace to even play Chase, if it ain't jewel vs. jewel.
So
he just couldn't win, and his lips went thin as he looked for any
way out;
So
I tightend the noose lest he wriggle loose as he stopped and spun
about.
"Drop
that Steelie down" I said with a frown, "in that gopher hole
right there;
Then
turn aroun' and get outta town, and we'll call this match all
square."
He
had no choice and his clenched-teeth voice was naught but a meekly
hiss;
While
he did as told with a look so cold it could freeze a stream of piss.
Then
the sun rose clear as my friends came near, and he headed quickly
north
And
we crushed that hole with a shovel-handle pole, and banned all steel
henceforth.
Instead
of more play we partied all day, and even long into the night
We
laughed with joy at the clever ploy that caused the Steelie King's
flight.
Where
he is today, who can ever say? I think he's gone for good;
'Cause
wherever he goes everyone knows of how I got under his hood.
With
eyes of ice-steel blue he came
The
Steelie King came to town
I
only saw him smile one time
And
he left with his head hung down
