of Swordsmanship, some past time back
he had a magic sword named "shit"
which had emblazoned on it
for the sake of tact: s
w o r d - in runic script
imbued by charms and magic wiles
by charlatans, who wished not
to be rude. They charged Viellay
one hundred bucks for fell and nasty spells
of brandish, parry, feint, and thrust
which in that day, was worth 100 times
as many pennies, then. Viellay
swore by it so damn much, they might as well
have spelled it out. But damn
well-handled (as it always was)
that s word sure could cut,
each time he dared to draw it out.
You see, it was a cursed blade
as bowdlerized as its rune spelled.
Once shit was pulled, Viellay
would slay
and then say shit!
fuck! damn!
and hell
what is that smell
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