Bully Bully Boffer Bully

Bully bully boffer bully,
oh bully bully boffer boy.
If I were to fight with you sir,
that would give me so much joy.

I can learn to make some ringmail,
helmet, cuisse, and gauntlets too.
Crafted like they once were made sir,
not out of cardboard and some glue.

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If I were to don my armor,
facing you upon the field.
I’d probably block the shots you threw sir,
you haven’t even got a shield.

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If you were to actually hit me,
It would sound like “Fa-Whump”.
When I strike you down sir,
Betcha that I leave a lump.

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Bully bully boffer bully,
oh bully bully boffer boy.
why would you pick a sword fight,
with a little kiddies toy?

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By Sir Fiach CuCool Ulfredsson