Bound/The Giant

If you are bound tight,
Things are bound to go right.

* * *

"My magical giant," he said,
With smile and tone most brash,
"Will be used to transform the party.
We decide the size of the bash"

"I wish I could run it," said the giant, from a height.
But he went ignored, all day and all night.

The End

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