Best Weaponry Poems

My fists are small, my arms are weak,
And my aim is downright pathetic.
I cannot watch doctors administering
Shots and needles and things
Without shuddering.
I struggle to open heavy doors.
I claim a full five feet of height
To my name, and my posture
Makes it less.
I love soft things and...

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the giant had been stomping through the town &
for years the townspeople would run to their meager dwellings
to escape his wrath,
for one never knew when he would strike them
or steal from them.

his moods being so unpredictable &
with no one to stop him,
he did as he...

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