Poor George.

There once was a man named George,
He had bought himself a large sword.
He walked around, oh so proud
Where everyone gave an applaud.

He trained and trained, until the pain
He could no longer bear.
Then came the day when a stranger made
 his way into the thorough fare.

“what say you, sir. A man so mighty proud.
Will you accept my dueling offer? “
“my word good sir. Why yes, I’m the best around.
winner may have the blade and copper. “

So they faced each other
Without a  word and shook hands
Just as moths to a flame
People gathered around to stand

Violent lashes, left, right, left.
Warriors energy quickly spent
Quickly parries right left right
George is menacing and might

Sparks fly and burn the earth
Just to prove Whom is inert
But ‘tis fighting to the death
To see who’s really the best

A fatal slash cuts down the arm
George cries out from the harm
The stranger has more than power
To George The taste of defeat is sour.

this is quite raw, I'm still trying to learn different techniques. Honest criticism welcomed. 😁