I came upon a gated hold,
townfolk running white with fear.
For tales that dragons had returned,
were all the tales you'd hear.
I talked my way into the town,
and walked towards a well.
'Twas then I spied, a fair young lass,
who had some fruits for sale.
We talked a while, 'bout this and that,
and how she'd gotten unwanted calls.
She said her little daughter,
was all she cared for in these walls.
She didn't want a husband,
she only wanted to raise her kin.
But that bard, she said, with his boasts and songs,
was the worst of all the men.
At this I gained a notion,
to profit from this scene.
She didn't long, for husband or man,
but I know no man who's green!
With haste, I quickened towards the inn,
and sauntered towards the bard.
For ladies honor, a brawl we'd wage,
a fight I knew 'twould not be hard.
I bested him in footwork,
and excelled with fists of steel.
'Twas not long, before the bard,
lay beneath my booted heel.
I went with gladness, back to the lass,
she said, "I'll repay you if I can!"
But to my dismay, she gave only coin,
for unfortunately I'm half-man.
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Very good poem, mate