Henry’s axe
Oh! My boy Henry. He’s gone and got his axe again.
He swears he’s just off to fetch the paper.
Doesn’t he know his mother will weep?
And to what ails Henry?
Red chopped timber,
all over Mary’s white lace.
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Arresting! Much happens, or is about to happen, in these six lines. Nice writing, Haven.