A fair-haired man with someone to impress
Entered the great tournament of his land
Colors of his home splayed across his chest
With the best-laid sword held waist-height in hand.
Using all effort to put forth his best,
He realized his task was easy to do.
Brandishing his sword, he flew through his test
And the host announced, The winner is you!
The crowd jumped and roared, they were not lazy
Though he cared not, he wanted but one fan
His fathers smile would make this win tasty
As only parental approval can.
His father said, My dearest son, come here,
At home we shall feast royally of deer.