Obviously,
The woman lacked brains.
How could she not
Appreciate
The personal
Attention to detail
Inherent
In a bouquet of
Limbs torn from trolls?
Yes, the oath to
Out-drink the entire lodge
In her honor
Might have been
Ill-professed,
But couldn’t she see
The tender heart
His ripped frame concealed?
Unperturbed,
He prepared to try again.
Perhaps a rousing
War song, sung
Beneath her window,
Would win his lady’s love.