Nerve the Gifted
Nerve is a mind neatly lit,
In many things neatly fit,
His best weapon Dancing Wit;
Quite a great deal of The Writ.
He knows how to with them hit,
As his rivals their teeth grit
For being made to seem Nit Wit.
A thousand brows Nerve would knit,
His strength against champions pit,
Cause them to with force down sit
All challengers in a pit.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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