Renaissance Man

Samson was a man of mead,
Muscle, and dread,
In word and deed
Who would open his mouth
And fill a need.

Coarse like the hair
That grew on his arms
Fire and grace
Magnificent charm
And above all
Would do no harm.

His wisdom was free
Like his cleverness, compelled
By the fools who would challenge
Expecting him felled

How amusing
By his choosing
His words
Were his conquerers
Made appear
Absurd.