You’ll remrmber this

That’s what I said.

Going to get back at ya, chum.

My vindictive side boiling,

Like mount St.Helen,

Which we learned about

That very day.

“Was that a threat, I hear?”

He asked, pushing me to the brink.

The pyroclastic rage

That I was feeling,

Knew no relief.

“No, IT’S A PROMISE”

I completed the cliché,

Of which we were both ignorant.

You will remember this, I vowed.

Funny enough , he never did.