Courage is Custard
Wit sharp as a sword,
nerves soft as pudding.
I slice with charm,
but melt at the sound of risk.
Courage is custard
Topped with bravado sprinkles
Served boiling hot
I just take a teaspoon
and let it scald.
Copyright © abdul Mannan | Year Posted 2025
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