Pop Gun - Poem by Ima Ryma
Could a gun bring life and not take?
How about this scenario -
A young man feels a sudden ache,
Shot in the scrotum, doncha know.
The bullet passes out, then in
A young woman who's walking by,
And lodges in her abdomen.
Given quick care, she does not die.
The bullet carried seed of life.
Nine months later, a baby boy.
The man takes the woman as wife.
A gun has turned lives into joy.
An urban legend - silly one,
About the slang, 'son of a gun.'
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