Brave Sir Dubhthaigh. (Little Upsilon)

I haven't posted something self glorifying in at least 6 hours, so thought i should indulge.

Bravely bold Sir Ziggy
Rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh brave Sir Dub.
He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Ziggy.

He was not in the least bit scared
To be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out,
And his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split
And his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled
Brave Sir Dub.

His head smashed in
And his heart cut out
And his liver removed
And his bowls unplugged
And his nostrils raped
And his bottom burnt off
And his pen--

"That's... that's enough music for now lads, there's dirty work afoot."

Brave Sir Ziggy ran away.
("No!")
Bravely ran away away.
("I didn't!")
When danger reared it's ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
("I never!")
Yes, brave Sir Dub turned about
And gallantly he chickened out.
("You're lying!")
Swiftly taking to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat.
Bravest of the braaaave, Sir Dub!

nice

... and they ate sir Ziggy's minstrels.

And there was much rejoicing.

"HOOORAH!"