Killer Purse


	Killer Purse

Killer purse!  Killer purse!
I oh so feebly cried.
It grabbed me by the foot,
And I so nearly died.

I landed on the black top
With a broken hip and wrist.
It sat in Jack’s truck watching
Its straps all in a twist.

As soon as I get better
That purse is history.
I’ll wear one round my waist,
So hands and feet are free.

Goodbye oh killer purse.
You’ve done your dirty deed.
Rest quiet in the landfill.
May you rot with lightning speed.

Lila Ashby
October 2001