Come men and children, pick up your arms,
or blade, or sword to fight.
Right here, right now, come join the mob
to fight for a certain right.
The word I've heard can't be ignored;
Our foe is mighty, but so is the sword.
I've heard the word, now it's time to go.
The sword is our hope in defence from the foe.
They're trying to stop us from living our lives,
we must repel them with force.
So sharpen your blades, and prepare to engage;
We're fighting for freedom, of course!
(c) MrsMyth
Come writers and poets, pick up your pens,
or harp or lute for song.
Right here, right now, come join the mob
to right a certain wrong.
The word I've heard cant be ignored;
The pen is mightier than the sword.
I've heard the word, but then agein,
the sword is sharper than the pen.
Well, sharper in the physical sense,
but pens can cut to our defence;
Cutting comments, when they're writ,
can slash a swathe with sharpened wit.
Puns and poems, packed with punch;
Poetic punchlines by the bunch.
And as for punches, swords and fights,
the poet knows these wrongs and writes.
I'll state it till we're in accord,
The pen is mightier than the sword.
To temper thoughts of modern men;
'The sword is longer than the pen.'
Yeah, longer in length, but not in time.
So learn to read and write and rhyme,
for history cannot be ignored;
The pen mark lasts beyond the sword.
Be bold and write the words you dare,
but be assured they're forged with care:
for poet's must mind the things they say;
a two-edged sword will cut each way.
In times of courage, one must be brave.
We write our life as we behave.
The difference 'twixt the knave and knight:
One needs a blade; one knows to write.
To right wrongs, use the writing habit.
Take thy nib and lightly dab it,
and store your sword, no need to stab it.
Reach for the inkpot, not the scabbard.
For writing is what good knights do;
They'll right a wrong, before night's through.
And fighting is what poets shun;
They'll write a song, before night's done.
And fighting is what poets curse,
a sword is bad, but words are worse.
William knew what words were worth;
now he in turn, interned by earth.
Unlike the swordsmen from the past,
who haven't left a mark to last.
Their violence is to be abhorred:
Their pen was mightier than their sword.
When times get tought, take time to settle,
since each assault will test your metal.
Remember when your straights seem dire;
The best blades have been through the fire.
Remember as you curse and stammer,
each sword every made must go under the hammer.
When things get grim, don't gripe and grump;
The anvil is constantly under the pump.
And should your blood begin to boil,
get out a nib, don't soil your foil.
And here's a hint to save you labour;
To settle a score, use a pen not a sabre.
I've struck a blow, if I've struck a chord;
Ignore the weapons of the horde.
Such common thoughts are clearly flawed;
The pen is mightier than the sword.
The honest truth is full of might.
So write your right, to fight your fight,
put pen to paper and praise the lord,
the pen is mightier than the sword.
Such wisdom we can each afford,
so use me as your sounding board.
Each letter written shall be scored.
I'll state it till you're sounding bored,
The phrase which I have long adored,
a phrase where wisdom's simply stored,
That phrase which mustn't be ignored; ...
The pen is mightier than the sword!
or you haven't the steel for such tasks de rigour,
or your finger is itchy on the trigger,
and you don't know why, and you can't go figure,
or you long for a bayonet but your not a digger,
If you're full of verve and vim and vigour,
and you talk up big, but booze-up bigger,
If you're influenced such that you sway or stagger ...
... You take the quill, dear, and I'll take the dagger!
