• Gather 'round and hear a tale,
    Not like you've heard before!
    Listen well with open mind,
    This one I doubt will bore!

    One usual day, I think in Spring,
    A man rode into town.
    He boasted of adventures grand,
    Asked all to gather 'round.

    "A king I be," He says to me,
    "From a kingdom far away.
    Here to lead this town of ours,
    To the victories of yesterday."

    Word spread of a hairy beast dwelling in the wood,
    Gathered the men, he did, and sent us off to war.
    As we moved our guts kicked in, something was amiss.
    Frightened we were to hear a scream before we gone to far.

    Quite a sight we did see when we got back to town,
    A crowd of women 'round the house, in which my bride and I do live.
    Out the door, my wife did drag him, with a proud grin upon her lips.
    A most beautiful sight it was, the look her eyes did give.

    That a beauty beat back the beast with naught but a pan,
    And saved the other women folk from the likes of him,
    Was a most joyous turn of luck.
    Never again will we follow a stranger's whim.

    Tied him to a tree, we did,
    And shortly thereafter he did wake.
    "It should be the adulterous wench tied here!"
    He roared out in his hate.

    I gave a laugh, in his face might I add,
    "My bride did nail you good, for that she decides your fate."
    White as wool he paled and shook,
    Behind me stood my lady, in hand a knife and plate.

    "Cut off that which makes you beast,
    Then feed you, we will," She told him with a grin.
    A putrid smell did fill the air as his eyes rolled inside his head.
    After this scare, we knew then, he would not return to sin.