By muzzle flash and shooters luck
I’d neer post gainsay @
Micky Duck
Mine words though bent with tongue in cheek
Do ought but back the sense he speak
The druids joke a jesters play
Tis just fine to check your brass this way
You could even see this timeless creed
In years gone by if you did read
The Ancient scrolls of NZ Guns
Where wisdom flowed in smokeless runs
Upon that parchment they proclaim
The paper clip doth earn its name
No chant or creed that earns more trust
When checking brass thats near to bust
Than the bent sharp wire Druids trick
To check brass that grew too thin too quick.
If bant and barb did turn and stick
Forgive me Micky for being a twit.
By muzzle flash and shooters luck
