Heart alias Wolverine

My Wolverine heart,
It cusses, and swears
Smokes like a chimney,
And downs several beers

Its ways are quite rustic, yet hard to resist,
It’s adamantium claws do come out with a snikt
And unlike an ogre, it don’t have no layers,
It stalks like a hunter, to catch you unawares

My Wolverine heart,
Is ancient, un-aged
It feeds on amnesia,
And berserker rage

Struts like a bull, but it’s really quite tame,
Will go for a ride for the hint of a dame
Exposes its belly, for what, belly rub,
But if you mess with it, then you’ve had it, bub

My Wolverine heart,
Is stunted, but tough
The best that there is at
Whatever it does

Slice it, and dice it, and shred it to threads,
Burn it to cinders, beat it to pulp
When you're done with it bub, when you are through
It heals right back over, and gets good as new

Yes it’ll heal in a minute, and pounce back on you