An Infliction
I am inflicted with blue eyes and golden hair
Wrapped in a fair skinned temper sure to go nowhere
I'll resist her tempting smile - 'least I say I will
Then I'll tremble and say "please"- 'til I get my fill
I was born pure masculine - warrior through and through
She was born to conquer - now what's a man to do
For I have killed wild boars and I have killed alone
Long clawed cats of Burma that stand at twenty stone
Some will say I'm a clerk - just as they predicted
But they know naught of a man that's been inflicted
Oh, my friend, 'tis a curse those locks of long blonde hair
And eyes you've never seen before - a blue so rare
8-9-20
Contest: Inflictions
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