Irons in the Fire

by Theoretical Thespian   Jan 10, 2017

I'm a busy blacksmith
With my irons in the fire
Must keep perfect balance
So things don't go dire

Welding metal and things
It's how I earn my bread
Wearing golden rings
Forged in the fires red

Shaping a steel sword
With a cutting edge
For the noble lord
The blade's not for hedge.

An art like spinning web
That is my craft
And if you think it's easy
You're just being daft!


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  • 1 year ago

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  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    I liked this a lot, good rhyming and story throughout. Well done-

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