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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sharpened pens were brutal swords; a war was forged Blow after blow was struck, with blood rage engorged Not one single word between them had been spoken No flag of truce waved, or friendship offered as token Nothing was off limits, nor were any boundaries set For years they'd battled, hard fought without regret Shots fired in verses, hostile lines of rhyme flung Barrages of ammunition in lines of poetry slung Bitter blood between them, fought from long range Each side held a stronghold without hint of change. Dueling pens, the weapon chosen across continents Snarling dingo vs. feisty eagle, stubborn malcontents Lulls until a sniper's shot increased the warring pace He had donned a leather vest; she wore silk and lace Grudges held, and tart comments made in retaliation Bullseye hit by one; the other flared with indignation With promise of victory, each warrior proudly boasted Another poem to slam the threat was then posted Sword fights to the death with each thrust and parry Epee masks in place. To the battlefield without tarry! Each bulwark and rampart destroyed when was razed Wounded belligerents fought on after being grazed Still no truce was struck, not even by Garibaldi's hand He entrenched in the down under, she in freedom's land Skirmish raged, she called him Scaramouch, the villain Neither would surrender. Neither of them was willin' The cagy canine dared vaunt of her defeat, his glory But ever vigilant, she was on the heels of her quarry As wrestlers in a ring, they threw punches on the site She was bitten; toothmarks left from the dingo's bite He licked his wounds, inflicted by the hazel-eyed girl Aggressively, abrasive words, they continued to hurl Combat ready as lines of grotty limericks exploded End of another cease fire. Weapons locked and loaded Would nothing terminate the battles in this crusade Surrender not on the agenda. Barbs traded in tirade Vicious assaults were never planned but always borne on the wings of fury in metaphors and similes of scorn. Enemies locking horns. Which of them would prevail? He steadfast, she not frail, clashing on the feuding trail To arms with pens raised, and another battle spawned Limerick lances were created and new battlelines drawn He, she thought, was an arrogant ass, had a hesitation In the same moment, the maiden was in contemplation By chance, their paths happened to cross once more A new tactic, she decided she'd give herself the chore of making the first move, so she scribbled him a note "I'd really like to put an end to our warring," she wrote Weary of animosity after the newest skirmish with her rival She suggested they end the war to ensure mutual survival Neither would hoist a white flag or give forfeit in surrender At last a deal was struck in the conflicts of opposing gender Declarations of peace were made and a treaty signed After talking a while, they realized they'd both been blind In friendship united; no more warring juejos were written Could it be the dingo's bite has left the eagle smitten?
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