Lady Knight's limerick

© 2005 Ree Tjeerdsma

It is my great burden in life to be somewhat skilled at writing awful limericks. Such poetry is unpopular outside of public toilets, yet I am cursed to excel at it. Therefore.

There once was a blonde mercenary
Who stood all imposing and scary.
She acted untoward
And talked to her sword
When grabbing all gold she could carry.

Scribbled that when aboard a vehicle, but I forget which. Possibly a bus?

This is the end. If you haven't followed a link yet, perhaps you should take it from the top.