The Best Defense

Is dumb luck

He waved the branches in the air...

She didn't seem to see, or care.

The ripened fruit flew all around,

Bouncysquishing on the ground,

And under heel, as she approached.

She pulled her shotgun from the coach.

He waved them harder, up and down,

And the ripened fruit flew all around.

He cried out "No! I'm here in peace!"

And held out the branches for her to see.

She didn't seem to see, or care

And the ripened fruit flew through the air.

She could smell his stinking fear,

And she could almost taste his tears.

He cowered low; and she took aim

He shook his branches at her in vain

And then she slipped! Her whole plan foiled!

Thanks to peace. And olive oil.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Reminds me of all those old banana skins of the slapstick era, which btw, I was shocked to learn on a media studies course in my youth, were a prop to represent all the horse crap on the streets. I did wonder why so few people used trashcans back then.
The end line made me think that popeye must've pissed off Olive Oil 😀

[Papaya]

The best defense is dumb luck. Often true. I love that ending.
Terribly clever, very fun.