A battle weary knight sometimes needs a rest to place his heavy head on a wench's breast where the horse is well kept and his sword well oiled his undergarments washed when they've been soiled
There is near Bagger Bridge such a place to bring a smile to a knight's long face to veer off a battle my stallion runs to the convents of Axe Wielding Nuns
Axe Wielding Nuns Axe Wielding Hell hath no fury like the Axe Wielding Nuns like a fire branded crucifix between the buns
Mother superior doth speak with grace but if needs must she can handle her mace the art of fighting is a solemn vow thousands are certain common know how They're gracious[?] interluder for they're chance to fight for the glory of battle and a hot steamy knight for another chance when they are able to wield the double headed axe and the blazing shield
Axe Wielding Nuns Axe Wielding Hell hath no fury like the Axe Wielding Nuns like a fire branded crucifix between the buns
When we ride out to meet our foes a little surprise keeps them on their toes for following behind is a garrison of nuns some heavily pregnant with bastard sons they swing their axes with gusto and might 'tis oft our enemies off get a fright at the sight of somersaulting nuns at arms axes in hand and cleaving fucking skulls