Justine and Margie had decided to take the lead in the revolt. They were discussing in muttered tones in their little brother Charlie's room. As he was only two years old, he would not be capable of ... [+]
Didst sour ever high
And spotted well
The stirring gale
With simple ease
He cleared the breeze
And soon thereafter
Found cause for laughter
Quite tattered and slow
A beast flew bellow
Quick of decent
Predator went
A duel engaged
A battle raged
The once supposed prey
Didst conquer that day
Though tattered indeed
The Storm did concede
That stronger still
Was this beast's will
So judged as weak
Many might seek
Yet mightier sure
Is he that endure