Goddess of Many Hands

Goddess of Many Hands

Goddess of many hands

I am the goddess of many hands
To always do for which it stands
To make a life of much more clear
I hardly even need beer

It may be hurtful, rude, or brute
But six guns Sally’s how I shoot
I write it as I see with strain
Because I must sometimes explain

It seems I’m better, seems I’m mad
But my poor tongue has hardly had
A chance to speak just as it is
In these ‘ol shoes of moccasins

Would you care to take a walk
In my worn shoes that you would mock?
I hardly think the shoes would fit
I’m Cinderella as I sit

The Charming Prince who had a ball
Thinks himself as ten feet tall
But it seems he’s come up short For I’m someone to never court.

The ball is done, the coach is pumpkin
And I’m left with little bumpkin
Yet the man, he stands with rags
Still he’s one of which I brags

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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