Quatrain of Thy Wussy
Thy Wussy - small men
No question, you are a wusses'
wuss, you are the
ultimate in trivial
might,
You cry when others harass
you with simply verbiage,
which for others is
light.
You are a baby all grown up,
you weep at the site
of machoism on
display,
It would be better for all
children to see you laughed
out of town; be on
your way.
Yorktown Disciple
Thy Wussy - small men
No question, you are a wusses'
wuss, you are the
ultimate in trivial
might,
You cry when others harass
you with simply verbiage,
which for others is
light.
You are a baby all grown up,
you weep at the site
of machoism on
display,
It would be better for all
children to see you laughed
out of town; be on
your way.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 4694
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