And in the right hand corner Leon ' raging bull ' Stolgard!
Time to get into my metaphorical armour
reach for my imaginary lance
raise the portcullis and ride out
to engage in and dispel any Po'ish like chance
of overwhelming my superior word force
till literary death is inflicted on mine enemy so harshly severe
and reap not just the victory of poetic battle
but the fair hand of Queen Moongirl of my love she needn't fear
we shall then return to my hearts welcoming fortress
she, dressed in gold silken robes
riding behind me, her arms around my warrior waist
defeated Po will soon be forgotten and we will be making homeward the greatest of haste
in the beautiful castle room prepared perfectly for her arrival
therein a bright blazing fire and many a jewel filled chest
laid open for her perusal
crammed with treasure of nothing less than the best!
before the hearth a deep pile rug where she can lay
her breath panting while waiting for me
but she'll have a long wait I can tell you
taking off armour takes forever you see!
when finally disrobed from my metallic bodily protective cladding
walking into the candle lit romantically atmospheric boudoir
only to find she's changed her mind
and pissed off home to her Ma!