An Ode
ahem
They may be shiny,
They may be dull;
They may look pretty
Upon the wall
They may be black,
Or maple wood,
(And tiger maple
Looks very good)
There may be finials
Carved with skill,
Or not a whirl,
C-scroll or frill.
They may be heavy,
Long, and tall,
Or hardly weigh
Anything at all
And fit in a purse, By the wallet and keys
Which surely will any
True Patriot please.
Some are new,
Some are old,
Some quite subtle,
Some rather bold;
Some are printed,
Some are forged,
Some for fun,
And some for war.
Some have bolts,
And others locks,
Yet others wheels
And even rocks.
Some use a cap,
Or a bit of rope,
Which latter kind
Will work (I hope).
Yes, they are all kinds,
All colors and shapes,
All looks and feels,
All models and makes
But whatever you like
And whichever you choose,
I hope you find
The gun for you.
Happy Gunday, 'pedes.
The best poetry is always about love!