Big-Frowned Scarecrow
Hopping mad, Billy glares through a port
at what foes seem to think is such sport.
Frown for frown, glare for glare,
scarecrow raises his hair.
He laughed yet while his foes took the fort!
"The human race has but one affective weapon,
and that is laughter."
Mark Twain
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2015
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