The Cane

The Cane short poem

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It is strong, it is stout
It is rounded at both the ends
No matter how healthy the aim is
It never breaks, it never bends.

It swoops like a whip
It hits like a sword
It stings like a needle
It tortures like a knotted cord

It’s long, it’s twisted, it’s thick, it’s flexible
It comes in all shapes and sizes
But in the end they are all the same
And same are their gifts and prizes.

Ooh, aah, ouch and bang
It produces a volley of sounds
It makes some of its victims jump
While others howl like hounds.

It’s a dangerous threat
It’s a blood chilling sight
Less effective if you are well covered
But really dangerous if you are not.

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devanshi GUPTA

good job!!


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