by Peter Loaf
Grad’ak the warrior, riding his steed
Enemy massing, laying a siege
His pony Princess, one of the best
Her past forgotten, her prideful fall
The magic powder, blown up her nose
Her planet distant, strong as three men
The passage flooded, forgotten mine
The fortress holding, a few more days
Sound of carousing, off to the right
Pony girl orgy, mounting their mounts
Blood spilling slaughter, one against five
Leading their ponies, into the fort
His message given, riding away
His pony Princess, butchered for meat
Mission accomplished, safely away .
Underground passage, fortress to lead
The message bringing, word from the liege
Swift strong and faithful, captured in west
Space fairing people, she can’t recall
Her past forgotten, his will impose
Carry a warrior, the work of ten
The message vital, knee deep in brine
Crushing invaders, their tents ablaze
Enemy warriors, flickering light
Caught with their pants down, his chance to pounce
His axe of razor, leave none alive
The starving army, their rations short
The secret passage, he dare not stay
His mount for mounting, his toothsome treat
Grad’ak the warrior, his time to play
