The Good Loser

I am a sore loser. Bet that was a surprise, yeah?

I won't beat cancer in the long haul, but I can win ugly every day 'till then, by accomplishing most of my goals (say, writing sonnets as blog comments) even if I am on my knees at nightfall.

Even if my skivvies are soiled, and there's blood on the floor.

Anything for the win.

Show me a good loser,

and a loser's all I see,

a goody-two-shoes poser,

and that is not for me.

You've got to fight the good fight,

and if you fail, just smile

Then go out in the dead of night,

catch a small crocodile.

Drag it, snarling, back to camp

and set it in the winner's bath,

drain the oil from washroom lamp

and prepare to laugh

as you hear a scream and splash

before nude hundred-metre dash.

Here's a fitting clip from Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is FAST. I'll be quick 

Skittering across the floor,

pirate-shouts, Avast!

Chihuahuas racing out the door;

short legs, but they move fast,

barking others from their way

as they madly race

to see what on this brand-new day

they are going to face

with hearts aflame and eyes afire;

a monster, maybe or a dragon?

Whatever, dude, it will retire

from Chichi's onslaught, tails a-waggin'!

Behold, there! Under grim duress,

it's the man from UPS!

Four minutes, under Chihuahua supervision.

Sylvia says that victory is ice cream. Can't argue with that.