The memory, it seemed
Would be forever
engraved
And forced, he would be
To revel in hopes
To wither in regret
The river was stained
red
With the dying sunlight
Oh, so deep a crimson
Oh, so wond'rous a
gleam
So he perched, that
winger
On the precipice
Of a golden shore
And a cherry stream
A sight to remember
But he would not
A rustle of leaves
And how he was caught!
His favorite toy
Plaything of choice
Cherished possession
His ideal victim
Wind tousled hair
Fearful, wide eyes
Trembling limbs
Holding a surprise
The boy's desire
Was to bribe with
chocolate
A special gift
For a special time
The setting sun
Had no sway
On that auspicious
Valentine's Day
Chocolate in the shape
of fish
A more esoteric style
But fitting for the
terror
Standing before the
young boy
"Leave me alone
for a while."
And Sid did not deny.
So he talked
To a sugary
Kind a fish
And truly all
That he wanted
Was Chacolate