By: Gerald Loeffers
Yes, it’s time to break from the heavy and go a little silly with a twist of bad poetry and love letters to my Glock. Enjoy and laugh. I did.
Oh glock! How I love thee!! The way you don’t reflect the light on your matte black countenance, or how you never succumbed to pressure from either hot loads or muddy trucks.
How I love the ease at which you’re cared for, or how the filth never catches hold and over stays its welcome, or how easily you stay together through inexperience or frustration.
You have your own beauty that others never understand! I love that you have ease of carry and are light of weight.
How I love thee my Glock when you bring lots of your friends over from 17 to 33 and they never complain when you hurtle them out against a cruel world that doesn’t understand them or are fearful of their purpose!
You’re a simple creature of few parts and even fewer faults, but if one loosely holds you wrong you make yourself clear — you must be held tight in order to win your pleasure.
You have a personality of many calibers and of many sizes, but to the ones that love you the most, they don’t mind the variety or when you speak your mind and make yourself noticed.
Oh Glock! There are many that are hate you for either your forward design, or the fact you’re not sexy like your Browning cousin, or that you offer no explanation for your popularity among us.
You have many imitators that try to be you, but they can’t be you. You’re an original that no one can copy. You’re oldest brother, who is still at the factory at the age of 25, has had 450,000 friends come on by without a cleaning, a fault or a need for oil.
KEEP YOUR POWDER DRY AND LAUGH
GERALD LOEFFERS 8/26/2013
GLOCK THEM ALL
