Met a Butch of woman on this road to hell.
Oh the stories she'd tell.
Hysterically offensive, some to put you defensive.
Some to make question yourself.
But sincerity was never in doubt.
Everybody knew what she was about.
Family till the very last breath.
A good friend, when it comes to being a truth teller.
You fucked up she'd let you know it.
Met a firecracker of woman on this road to hell
Don't let her size fool you.
Like lightning she doesn't need to strike twice.
Speed is her vice, with words not so nice at times.
A blunt instrument to strike in precision.
Getting you to smile while she makes her incision.
Management of all division.
Getting things done.
No fooling around.
But she'll help you up when you're about to drown.
Sneaking up on you with no sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice creation of characters Ace Great poem again you've nailed it. James McLain