Two great and mighty warriors
Met upon a grassy hill,
Each different and yet the same,
Of their stories I will tell.
One was short, and one was tall,
Both had beard and hair of red.
Each thought that he was the boss,
But it was their wives who really led.
One liked to take what was not his,
The other guarded his gold.
One stepped to his place when he was young,
The other as he grew old.
One wielded a mighty ax,
The other a trusty sword,
One was considered laughable,
The other a fearsome lord.
© Debra
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