Once upon
high horse
with lance
and shield,
in armor,
shall we dance?
Oh knock us off!
Draw sword,
dismount -
Close in, you feint
I faint,
You count
from ten to one,
so very slow,
deliberate -
and then you go.
Then I arise.
Triumphant me!
I am a pacifist, you see.
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