The Praise Singer Poem by Driven Endowed

There comes an awaited warrior,
An epic that's ignored not,
A legend surrounded with birds,
Like the field Cows.

The Sun,
The Moon,
The Stars,
Other imaginative ideas,
Joined in praising him.

He was wore with tattered clothes not,
He was crowned with resinous hat not,
Their warning he ignored not,
Made him a praise-singer.

He threw his weapon up high,
The Birds flied to make it taxied,
He joined them on the trip,
And he punched the air in triumph.