Brace Yourself!
The Ballad of Selshan
This tale is a great one, and not quite so old.
Tis the tale of good Selshan, the Brave and the Bold!
Twas not long ago our hero was riding,
On his steed of jet black, His time he was biding.
He was saving his time, for why we care naught!
For out of the blue, great Selshan was caught!
A knave stopped before him, on a steed of dark green?
And our hero had to stop, or be forced to careen!
So stop he did, but not fast enough,
The nose of his steed touched the others rear tuft.
The knave did dismount, and cursed much most foul,
Selshan dismounted and pondered dinner, fowl?
The knave continued to swagger, and then he drew sword!
Selshan stepped back, not frightened, but bored.
So Selshan did draw, The Game had begun!
And yes you just lost, you'd never had won.
Back to the story at hand, we're not done.
The knave he did lunge, his mind come undone!
Selshan stood idly as the knaves blow did miss,
With a yawn and a swing, he made the Knave piss!
Well not piss exactly, but he bled quite alot,
For against the knaves nose, our hero's fist had got caught
Not a swing of the sword, or thrust of the dagger,
He used but his hand to end the knaves swagger!
The knave did blink dumbly, and then turned around.
He remounted his horse and then rode from the town.
Selshan went home, and chicken he ate.
I have to admit, it wasn't that great,
For I was there! Your great bard Ron Paul!
And so was the Faerie! Friend to us all.
And so upon hearing, I wrote this song,
partly because I was fearing, of Selshan's great schlong!
In truth I must say, I write this for my friend,
but now I afear, we have reached the end.
So in parting, I let this out of the bag,
It's true what you hear, RON PAUL IS A FAG!