Slaying Giants
See the little man that could
Bravely ever there he stood
Enduring every little scar
To battle giants near and far
Not using either axe or sword
The danger he was heading toward
Was met by those that he'd oppose
Wielding but his words of prose
Relentlessly they would attack
So deft of tongue he held them back
Unable to deter his aim
Defeated bowed their heads in shame
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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