Gord

2020-08-10 01:28 pm

Devils hand, write of ginger,
Stink of gin and linger.
Age over, question a gain,
Family name a gander. 
A snake is hissing, of the land,
No matter how one pounds a fist,
Shaking the sand, he stands in place.
Devil, how are you so ginger,
Limbless with skin akimbo,
No kin to speak for,
Yet no wizard can seal your fate?