The Plunger

It seemed to start
With one a harte
But one younger
Pushed the plunger

The conflict
Was indistinct
Nothing strict
But grounds distinct

Were stretched
Before the fletched

The scene which stood
Before the wood
Where rigid
Teased the frigid

But the plunger
Drove the scene
Though younger
Clearly obscene

Let the stag
Drop the flag
Like the scorn
Of the long past born

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