Thursday, October 11, 2007

Free Post #5 - 007: BondPull

What he saw made him certain he had but one chance,
To win, beat Dalton and do a victory dance.

Said Dalton had saved his last tool ‘til now.
He now had it in hand, and was wiping his brow.

He held a rope with a knot, and its knot looked mean,
It surely could reach the short distance between

Daniel Craig and himself, though it’d take some fine skill.
Luckily, he’d last week renewed his license to kill.

He lashed out with the rope and Craig let out a cry,
It hit him square in the back, and he wanted to die.

His one last chance was to leap the short space
‘Twixt the tractors if he hoped to win the big race.

They both knew that the rope couldn’t do a darn thing
If they were so close Tim couldn’t even swing.

So at precisely the moment Craig leaped through the air,
Tim lashed out again and hit him right there.

Screaming again, Craig fought back the tears,
And landing took hold of both Dalton’s ears.

Sweat coursing down his lean muscled physique,
He head-butted Tim and even made it look sleek.

He set the ex-Bond, now dazed and cross-eyed,
Back down on his seat and jumped back to his ride.

…TO BE CONTINUED…

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