A poem written for yours truly by Mister Neil as promised in his auction :)

The Warrior Maiden:

I talk a good game,
and I'll act just the same,
but when it comes to a battle,
i must confess,
That i'm secretly stressed,
and my heart and my bones do rattle.

'Cause I say I can win,
but the truth from within,
tells me i'll get my butt kicked,
Oh why, oh why
do i constantly try
to fight those who I've picked.

She'd break my bones,
shatter my nose,
and leave me a bloody mess,
Who woulda thunk
that she fights like a punk,
since she wears such a pretty dress?

Her beauty is fair,
and with such pretty hair,
but tie her hair back and a demon's unleashed,
because after all,
she'll answer the call,
Clean the blood off the mats with bleach.

A tattooed beauty,
fair and fine,
oh she moves with intelligence and grace,
But if i keep talking,
and I don't start walking,
I know she'll rearrange my face!!

by

Neil
Darla Johnson "Lil' Swaggy" Wild - 12 years, 15 days ago