Story-a-Day

Sara Tankersley

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The Doctor's Defense


Steam and sail, cloth and bone
Far above no colors flown
Silent death floats through the night
Then cannons boom flaring bright
To the window! Nothing seen
Waters lay still dark and clean
Assault above unexpected
No quarter giv’n not one elected
Panic reigns as leather clad
Sky pirates turn the dark streets mad
Yet in a basement ‘neath it all
A boiler starts, gears creak and squall
On a street once calm, genteel
The doctor’s work unfolds revealed
Now cannons flash above, below
For this the captain did not know
A klank was built five storeys tall
Its cannons laying waste to all
There goes the steeple, the town square
Escape, retreat into the air!
Hydrogen lifts, the steam propels
Her sails catch the windy swells
But now she burns down towards the drink
There’s no way out as their craft sinks
Once proudly plundering the skies
Majestically the dirigible dies
Attackers stop short at the sight
Engines explode, smoke fills the night
Town folk rally, the noose for them
The doctor smiles at their end

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Story-a-Day is an attempt to bring a small bit of humor and amusement to Mrs. ~brb and Audrey as they fight very serious illnesses. If you have a short, amusing story, please send it to kersley.fitz at yahoo dot com. If you'd prefer, you can drop it in the drop.io (password: challenge) and email me to let me know it's there.