Lendeth Me Now Thine Ears! Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Fem friends and bro men.
Lendeth me now thine ears.
I shall regale thee a story,
As did that guy called Shakespeare.

In the shank of the evening,
Crouching behind my shield.
Come the knights and the soldiers,
In the high grassy field.

In their left hands a bow.
In their right hands a rein.
On their left hips were swords.
In my stomach a pain.

Straightway fifty paces,
I raise sword toward the sky.
My men jump to their feet
As horse hooves are raised high.

Holes that were dug
In the stockade we were in.
Without the spilling of blood.
It was our battle to win.

Hey, The Trojan horse story
Was already taken!
Now go stir ye a drink,
If it hasn’t been shaken.

Oh, here’s your ear back!