Muh Brass Poem by Denny
Oh thou hot little jewel, fluttering, dancing, twirling through the air.
You cometh from my buddy’s chamber, where forth you go he doth not care.
How didst thee find mine flesh, the smallest collar space?
Rolling down along my back you are a cursed little case!
There is no comfort or solace to be had, as I dance upon the range.
One can only with patience await your high temperature to change.
