Thursday, 25 February 2010

It's not like the...

Being a spiky little piece of doggrel I came up with when annoyed by the "it's not like the old days" sabre contingent. I know. I was there. This is better. Mostly because I'm now not eight and shorter than everyone else.

Will I one day wax lyrical
About the flunge’s flight
The bending blade
Stop hit to wrist

The way they do about cross steps
The edge of blade
Long timing stuff
They used to fence

Or will I, having changed
Know the game
For what it is
Now swords aren’t sharp

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