Helen Of
The *****.
Mightier than the sword?
Flaccid ruler overseeing
an asylum of nuts.
The blade may cut and thrust,
yet an organ driven
by lust
can inflict a
deeper scar.
Kingdoms lost in battle,
which would ne'er have been fought.
Herds of women,
Like cattle,
strive to bed the King.
For a ring.
To be his wife,
which alas,
rhymes with
Strife.
Let battle commence.
Methinks a scabbard victory.
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