Best Battle Axe Poems

I'm Made of Iron, Hard and Lean
My Name's Well Known, I'm Wicked Mean!
   
   Heads Still Moan from My Crack,
   Some Went Under, Upon Their Back;

So if you See Me in a Fight,
Run Like Hell, yea Take Flight!

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Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of one January 2000 day
the Harns family desperately sought a place to live – “hay
there” Nelson Swartley (an independent realtor) 
politely responded bringing unwelcome news viz our sos re lay
informing us (myself the missus, and two young toddlers –
daughters begotten...

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No sooner than we set foot within said domicile
attestation to so called gentleman’s’ agreement with guile
initially infrequently, but incessantly as time elapsed Isle 
never forget (nor will spouse forgive) with rancor and rile 
ceaselessly besieging, bruiting bare-knuckle skirmishes 
for us to remove ourselves and personal...

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Matriarch mastermind manipulated minions 
rang their hells bells signifying 
damned to traverse highway to hell
dirty deeds done dirt cheap
(names changed fo' malady to remain anonymous,
cuz they got thunderstruck
with psychological trauma).

Preface:
Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of January 2000, 
the Harns family (not actual name of real...

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