Revenge Is Grand As One Takes A dVerse Stand!

The cat was thinking the other day how some hold a grudge forever at their bay. When really the other person does not even care unless of course they are aware. For a dVerse war goes on and they fight from dusk to dawn.

You stepped on my toe.
Do you want to go?
Wham! To the head.
That headache causes me dread.

Whack with a bat.
I squashed you flat.
Slam with a hammer.
Now you will forever stammer.

Cut with some glass.
A scar on your ass.
An axe to the arm.
I intended to cause harm.

A wood chipper for you.
Now you are gone from view.
You killed my brother!
Time to fight another.

Shot to the head.
Now long past dead.
You killed my friend.
Sense a growing trend?

The house catches fire.
Your car blows a tire.
Or just goes boom.
Either way spells doom.

You get chucked in front of a bus.
A pile of puss.
A tank runs you down.
Smushing you into something brown.

A big bomb drops on your head.
Now everyone is dead.
All from a step on the toe.
In which you could have said ouch and forget any thought of a blow.

But oh no,
The vengeance had to show.
And now in the ground you are,
Along with all friends and family near and far.

All because you could not walk away,
Or apologize if you see it the other way.
So the cat hopes it was fun.
To give such a run.

For in revenge there is no point.
Unless of course fun is what is looked for in your joint.
Then drop a waterballoon on their head.
Otherwise put such things to bed.

Before you go there forever,
Form such an endeavor,
Thinking you were clever.
May as well stand over a trap door with spikes and pulled the lever.

That just popped in as I saw two arguing at a nearby bin. Oh what you humans can do. I swear you have no clue. Have to get out your sass in such a way that isn't as fun as my little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.