Arrows
King Harold takes shelter behind upturned barrows
The Normans approach and the gap quickly narrows
His young wife had said
Keep down your sweet head
Then begged as he left, keep an eye out for arrows
*
Sir, do you sell nuts in the shell
My mum says eat healthy and well
I know that the wealthy
Say Apples are healthy...
Not when your dad’s William Tell
*
Oops, I have run out of arrows
The old dingo, barking, just goes
An Australian man
Offers his boomerang
But I couldn't fire one of those
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