Battle of Will

A Poem by Nate G.

"HO?!" The giant muscled manAppealed to the tiny lass, And watched as out from in a pouch, The lass took out a giant couch, Said she, "Sit down, you big old grouch," "Unless you'd like to catch these hands." "Perhaps," The big old grouch appraised, The tiny lass' offer taken, From his scarred and rustled grizzly palm, He took out a TV Plasmatron, And then they watched the show called "Gone," At least till Season 3 they spanned.