A poem by Beverly Stock.
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For to save your foot, one great solver
Would be to prohibit the revolver,
Weapon of dull-witted or of bully,
Who fires guns just for folly.
Let now no man or any boy,
With loaded arms, ever toy,
Showing off their manly vigor,
By pointing a gun and pulling the trigger.
And sending bullets without aim,
And then exclaim in profound strain,
And then to say, as they are goaded,
“I did not know that it was loaded!”
My poem, Guns, was inspired by a verse in the public domain, Danger of Fire Arms, by James McIntyre.