An epic poem of seriously inside humor
No more the crack of salty seeds
no more the jest at some's expense
the final horseman met his end
hear now his final tale
In days gone by of fleeting youth
the horseman stood flanked by his peers
but years did pass and fade they did
and left him last to stand alone
Though challengers arose in turn
outlast each one in turn he did
as years went by he persevered
by moving not an inch
But at last the vicious beast
reared its vile head and roared
Amperdragon was its name
Its bane a thing of arcane lore
Long fought the two in fields of strife
What manner of epic conflict this?
What can you say of struggles such?
What knowledge can you lend?
At last the arcane lore revealed
the beast was slain and vanish did
to be replaced by the next threat
an endless queue of ceaseless foes
But in the end the horseman's foe
revealed to be his hand alone
and now the horemen gone are they
their legacy to be forgot
Have you ever wondered what could fill someone's shoes, only to discover that those shoes were actually rotting squirrel carcasses held together with scotch tape and bits of twine? Yeah, better buy some new shoes.