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There was once a great general named Barakus,
His armies were yet to be defeated.
He dared any army to ‘wack us’,
But all before him receded.

There was a dwarven village named Koriender
Led by the War chief Thumper,
When offered the opportunity to surrender,
He answered with a view of his dumper.

Furious Barakus prepared his troops,
to lay siege to the dwarven village.
Orders sent by arms waving in loops,
All the while with an angered visage.

Phalanx’s marched up the hill,
With precision, purpose and heart.
Hesitated to a stand still,
When the dwarven doors drew apart.

A horde of dwarves flowed as poured,
With not even a loin cloth to cover.
Stumpy legs pumped of their own accord,
Unmentionables flipping and flopping all over.

The phalanx fell to the ground,
Wounded by their own laughter.
Unable to fend off the encroaching hound,
Giggling into the hereafter.