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The Warrior, the Bard and the Fool
By Ardently

A bunch of the boys were whopping it up

in the Cock and Bull Saloon.

A centaur was sittin, his girlfriend a knittin

They were listenin to a Bard and her tune.

Back of the bar in a solo game

Sat Tall Dark and Dangerous Xe

Watching her bard tell stories by the yard

She knew the players all by name.

Ares, the sneak, sat jowl to cheek

With Discord and Dite and Herk

Where always its said, when you go to bed

Never wake up with a jerk!

When off to the left, totally bereft

of clothing of any kind

Dancing for you and me, the Gabys all three

Chased by Joxer, oh they're in a bind.

Xe sat with her cards, eyes looking like shards

At the foolishness of that man

Would he never see, he'd never have a copy

Of him they would never stand.

Before he could pounce, Xe never moving an ounce

Flung her breast dagger thru the air.

It caught the poor pup and hung him right up

For the centaur to grab by the hair.

'Now stop this right now, I don't want a row

Cause I'm sitting all nice with the Misses.'

Joxer managed to wriggle free, and chased after those three

And showered them with all his kisses.

For Xena he knew, loved Gabrielle more true

Than he'd ever get a chance in his life

So he'd have to make due, with copies one and two

While Xena made the original her wife.

It was all in vain; they drove Joxer insane

With their constant singing and such.

Seeing them bare, without even a care;

The temptation was just too much.

They buried him deep, without even a peep

They left his helmet, his armour and sword

And never was heard a discouraging word

Only a sniffle came out of Discord.

The game was over, Xe raked in her clover

She'd won it all fair and square

The bard finished up, they had them some sup

And headed right up the stair.

Now they travel this land, Xe and Gabs holdin hands

All smiling and perked up with love.

The Amazons were true, the Centaurs too;

Making life interesting when push came to shove.

They travel all Greece trying to settle the peace;

Gabs making everybody her friend.

But Xena sure knows, how that ill wind does blow;

Any day they could meet their end.

So she holds on tight, loving Gabby all night,

And sometimes right into the morn.

Her sins like a bone, she tries to atone;

Would it be better if she never were born?
THE END

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