Personally, I love pistol poetry and shall write some at this time.
First, a limerick:
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket, well he took all that cash and bought a CZ75 that was badass!
Ok, that one needs some work.
Now, a haiku:
Black, sleek, accurate
Is See Zee seventy five
Czech pistoles rock!
All kidding aside: The irony is that when it comes to gun poetry there is no greater example than the CZ75 itself. It is "Gun Poetry" and if you don't have one, you're missing out.
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept all his cash in a bucket.
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man
And as for the bucket, took the cash,
Got a CZ75 that was badass!
Man, you guys are killing me! All the CZ praises are really making me reconsider! I never really wanted to get rid of it but I've been shooting in some tactical matches lately and find a lot easier and quicker to get a sight picture with the Glock 17.