Sword says to Pen
“I’m tougher than you,
A cock to your hen.
You’ll suffer for true.”
Pen says to Sword
“I embrace what I’ve heard
And for your reward
I gift you my words.”
Sword was most pleased
Thinking Pen was relenting
And Sword’s bluster ceased
From the furious venting
But Pen sat and smiled
Knowing words can’t be owned
And Sword then beguiled
Had now been dethroned
Pen to Sword whispered
“Words belong to one and all,
Every madam and mister,
And pride comes before the fall.”
