He had balls of brass.... that clanged day and night... When something went wrong, he was always rightAnd God help the woman who happened to cross his path.... with open hearted emotion for she would encur his wrath
Posted on 01/26/2004Copyright © 2021 Kate Demeree
a clanging notion this poem. too bad you couldn't melt down those bronze balls for toy soldiers.
forgive me, I meant brass