Woe was aware of the inspired care
That her coward could require.
He fled from mice, he feared the very air,
Few things weren’t a threat to his derriere.
It was an extreme you must admire.
Terror never tires, nor is quite so dire
As to demand unbearable despair.
When Woe needed her coward there
He showed up with the scaredest glare
For any deserving of his ire.
So when the worst stared square at the pair,
Woe and her coward held their heads higher,
For each one was exactly where
They needed to be in order to share
Whatever might transpire.
Mind your rights and love your wrongs.
Whatever shore you’re stranded on,