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.
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