Valiantly he faced the beast
his axe raised in triumphant pose
determined his blows not be ceased
till mighty ogre lay with those
awaiting not tomorrow's light.

His legs of independant will
eloped the scene in shaking flight
protesting torso struggling still
begging release to end the fight

Never to stand or breathe again
the ogre staggered kneeled and fell
whether old age the ogre slain
or laughter, tis but hard to tell

The mighty warrior waddled home
to be embraced as saviour, knight
rich fathers offered daughters...sons
as children gaped at awesome sight.
Many a night round campfire light

He'd tell the children of his plight
of buried axe in ogres brain,
of struggle braved through searing pain

However ogre fore he ceased had made a lady ogre friend,
who much distressed at his demise sought ogre's honour to defend

She happened on our fearsome knight, walking the woods in lively pace
raising her club she bashed his brain into the remnants of his face.