Post by kaycowl on May 18, 2015 2:29:33 GMT
I still have some bugs to work out. But this is what I have so far.
A pot for a helmet,
A kite for a shield,
A trout for a dirk,
The Ogre did wield.
A hero was he
Alone in his head.
With tattered regalia
To the battle he sped.
His stallion bah'd bravely
And lept from the hills.
Fleet hoofs and curved horns
Filled villains with chills.
In the field they were met
The Ogre and steed,
By menfolk with notions
Of conquerous deeds.
The Ogre saluted
And valiantly charged
The party of adventurers
Led by the bard.
His pot helm was dinted
His shield torn to scrap,
His dirk struck their faces
With a resounding wet slap.
For the Ogre was vegan
His bulk was for show
Never in his life
Had he traded a blow.
Laugh the men did,
At the Ogre's daft act.
But mirth was short lived
For they were under contract.
To this day the bard brags
Of the Ogre's defeat,
And of the black-eyed stallion
And his terrible bleat.
A pot for a helmet,
A kite for a shield,
A trout for a dirk,
The Ogre did wield.
A hero was he
Alone in his head.
With tattered regalia
To the battle he sped.
His stallion bah'd bravely
And lept from the hills.
Fleet hoofs and curved horns
Filled villains with chills.
In the field they were met
The Ogre and steed,
By menfolk with notions
Of conquerous deeds.
The Ogre saluted
And valiantly charged
The party of adventurers
Led by the bard.
His pot helm was dinted
His shield torn to scrap,
His dirk struck their faces
With a resounding wet slap.
For the Ogre was vegan
His bulk was for show
Never in his life
Had he traded a blow.
Laugh the men did,
At the Ogre's daft act.
But mirth was short lived
For they were under contract.
To this day the bard brags
Of the Ogre's defeat,
And of the black-eyed stallion
And his terrible bleat.