A narky legionary stood guard
somewhere in Gaul and carped:
“Blast Attila the Hun
and Honoria the meddler
and Attila’s archers;
part man part horse,
stinging arrows
birdwing bows;
fish glue, bamboo
sinew and horn.
Blast his horse
his horde
his whore…”
and
sensing a lack of consonant closure,
the soldier hawked
a corporeal exclamation mark
………….!
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