by Ellen Kuhfeld » Sun Aug 30, 2020 9:46 am
Our SCA group had an event, and one of the contests was to write a poem about the battle that was also part of the event. I won.
In the hostel, bravos jostle
By the bar comes angry cry.
Daggers flash out, goblets splash out
Gouts of rotgut in the eye.
Flailing flagons flogging noggins,
Jolting brains beneath jugged hair;
Victim staggered, quickly daggered,
Liver lanced within its lair.
Silence soon upon the room:
Dazèd drunkards drink no more.
Losers lying, sprawled and dying,
Face upon the bar-room floor.
One man stands up, holding brass cup;
Sees a barmaid's barrel there.
Fresh from brewer. He speaks to her:
"Who says bar-fights should be fair?
"Give me strong ale, give me wassail,
Give me gin to drink their doom.
For they stunned me, thought they'd done me,
But I bide within this room!
"They are dead now, spirits fled now;
Wit this well if you'd grow old.
Keep your eye out, til they die out:
Beer and foes are best when cold."
I suppose I could set it to music, but you really don't want that.