my plans for conquest were going sour.
Long ago my vast army fled,
Fearing the enemy shall take their head.
Archers lined up along the beaten path,
Aiming at me a barbed wooden shaft.
Knights rode up and pointed swords at me.
My legs wouldn't work, I cold not flee!
Their leader was fat and looked like a barge.
He glared at me and bellowed CHARGE!
Lots of screaming and clanging armor,
Mom was right, shoulda been a farmer.
They hacked and shot and hacked again,
Into I went, a recycling bin...
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