There came a challenge writ in verse
So framed to prove her rhyme perverse
But stood she tall with wounded pride
And called her army to her side
Armoured she in fine haiku
Her steed a gentle Clerihew
A shield of perfect rhyming sonnet
Had runic verse writ large upon it
For greaves she took iambic pentameter
Vambraces also in that parameter
And rhyming quatrain bright and clear
Provided sword and shining spear
Her tercet bow and arrows bright
Sent singing couplets to the night
While all about her they complained
Nurse, she’s out of bed again!
The Challenge
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