The wharfie

[Genuinebloke]

The poem was trundling along pleasantly then it really notched up a gear at the start of the final stanza. I loved "I douse his deck with gasoline" and did not see it coming. After that, however, it closed very abruptly. The final two lines were very short, unlike the final lines of the previous stanzas. I think a few more syllables in each would have given the reader more room to savour the final victory.