I write riddles, and wondered if anyone enjoys them.
If anyone does, have a go at this first one:
If danger were to lose its head,
This could be seen, or heard or read.
It’s self-destructive, when unleashed
And futile, too, when once it’s ceased.
There’s nothing gained and much is lost,
With friends all left to count the cost.
Staying calm’s by far the best
When things your patience will contest.