Obviously,
the woman lacked brains.
How could she not appreciate
the personal attention to detail
inherent in a bouquet of limbs
torn from the shoulders of 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.