Thu
Feb
12
peom #2
Epée
We put our helmets on and plug our swords in.
I know today I am going to win.
We anxiously salute.
And now we start.
Now its just me and my sword until death may we part.
Hurray, I shout with glee.
I have stabbed him on the knee.
Oh no, oh no.
My opponent has stabbed me on the toe.
Finally it is a tie.
Me and my opponent leave.
With a twinkle in our eyes
