Tales of a fatslayer: a poem for you all. As it waddles through walmart, Whale unaware of a shitlord's hawking, How would this ham act if it knew I was watching? Would it wallow and wail, Cry HAES and sob? I can see Cottage-cheese arms flail as I flee from the blob. rounding the corner, I spoke not a word I turned on my heel and unsheathed my sword, One slice and it's thru. My clothes stained red. The townsfolk can sleep, Now that the monster is dead. Felled, at my feet, the beast's dying roar Was drowned out  by the war cry  of this mighty Shitlord.