Surely You wish to battle me?
Very well, I shall see you flee with your tail tucked between your knee.

Amazed as I am of someone with no idea,
try's in deed to envoke oh such fear.
A child among men filled nose with snot,
Believes his city laws encumber all even at NoT.


But as you can see He's been hit in the head,
repeadedly practicing chopping up bread.
Yes practice the sword and practice your speaches,
Kill lots of stuff, do as you teach us.

Not one of big brains but plenty of mouth
Osifer you remind me of a rather large Cow-pfffft. (so I stutter big
freegn deal)
Grazing on yonder hills, trying to eat as much as you can,
You believe no one would stand up, to you, But I will and I am.

The grace of the gods I surely do love,
it is a gift a gift given from above.
For you see I don't practice the arts of the war,
Nor do I take counts and keep up a score.

T'is not as important as good family and friends
It binds everything and all in the ends.
I was board at one time but I'm not anymore,
If you wish to keep counting than this is the score (Me 1- Osifer 0)

Rarely does he leave his city's gated walls,
For his mouth is the one that boasts all the calls.
Putting his snout in other ones business,
and quick to run of the mouth it surely takes fitness.

But enough of this Man-cow Let him sit on and graze
His poetical words don't even have me phazed.

(I think you should stick to your rat killing instead of being a bard
I'm sure your better at it for it isn't to hard.)


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Chakros, in the year 136 MA.