of frogs
and popcorn
two young terrorists
boasted, pop-eyed.
Detailed torture
with moist tongued delectation.
'Ya roll a nice crumbly, damp one.'
(They meant a log)
'Put one hand ahead, one above - to make them hop. They're pretty dumb.'
(They meant frogs)
'Tell ya mum, ya need it for a speriment, ya'll bring it back afta.'
(They meant the saucepan)
'Fill 'er up wid poppingcorn, then pop the bugger in.'
(They meant - let the fun begin)
I heard the sizzle.
Felt the sticky, frantic plops.
First wet,
then sickeningly crisp.
Snuffed
the scorched slime smell
lynched by cereal bombardment.
Heard:
Snap! Crackle!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
and wished the little fucks to a Hieronymous* hell.
Hieronymous Bosch, artist, see accompanying image.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c8/Hieronymus_Bosch_040.jpg
