Hot Brass
Muh Brass Poem by Denny
Oh thou hot little jewel, fluttering, dancing, twirling through the air.
You cometh from my buddy’s chamber, where forth you go he doth not care.
How didst thee find mine flesh, the smallest collar space?
Rolling down along my back you are a cursed little case!
There is no comfort or solace to be had, as I dance upon the range.
One can only with patience await your high temperature to change.
Been there and done that. It’s a painful 5 seconds where ingrained gun safety comes in handy.
This is great! I literally laughed out loud, even at the risk of inquiring judgemental stares. I want it on a poster complete with the image. You could make some money selling the posters!
Ha ha poster 👊🏼
Was this based on a true story?
Oh yes. Multiple true stories😁😂. Happens often.
Ouch! Maybe you should wear a turtleneck lol
I know your comment was made in good humor and I am glad you made it because you got a laugh out of me. But call me crazy -- I don't think @dennyducet would be found, especially at the shooting range in a turtleneck. Haha. I don't really know him personally, just a guess based on his posts. :) Plus, he would never have found the inspiration for such a special piece of poetry to share had he had such neckly protection.
incredible poetry Great writing
Awesome, upvoted ,follow and resteem
Now that's some original content! I must say that I have never read a poem about the the dangers of hot, spent brass. Bravo!