The King And The Swordsgirl Poem by Liza Sud

Once the King heard the clash of swords and blades
And saw a girl - the master of swordplay,
She twisted a sword so that at the temples
The sediment made men precipitate.

She dared to come to the Tsar himself
To throw for a fight a constant challenge!
And the Tsar was taken aback: okey!
We'll fight, Tsar's sword - can't be humiliated!

She cut with the tough force of spectrograms,
with phytochromic secret were her glasses,
Her blows the king could barely repulse,
Batman and pirouette, attack, and stances!

He shouted: I see the sun at night!
Ball, lunge, muline, and feint, and swift rotation.
She laughed at him: the whole world likes to fight!
She put already on her hand a bandage.

He said to her: I'm a spiritual King!
And she was writing smart computer programs.
She told him: open up my dictionary!
He did not understand there any notion.

And then he wanted to rush to Parnassus
And all at once he jumped at old Pegasus,
And she waved after: what is your Parnassus?
Bananas there! Above it is - NASA!

Then he exclaimed: after all, I'm the Tsar!
Only of my words all should be afraid!
She took her primer and she slammed it down,
squinting: then I will play at giveaway!

But the King said: why not? I can admit
(it can't diminish me) that's my defeat.
And God gave him for this his selfabasing
To comprehend the laws of swordplay fencing.