Bloodletting Is Not a Trifle

What he did to simple Mark 
With a sword 
Left him with a complex mark 
In a ward …
Endless cries of “Oh!  My  lord “  
“I’ve broken somebody’s spinal   cord.”

Before then, parading a rifle4 
But from his Dad getting eyeful, 
Who would a begged laughter stifle
As blood-letting isn’t a trifle.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021



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