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splinter
Old Hand
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 Posted - 15/09/2006 : 14:07:44
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This is a Poem that should be told, for all those wonderful men and Women we leave at home, as we all try to travel the Ninjutsu Road.
Thoe these word are not mine, if truth be told, the sentiment is there for all to behold, so with futher a do, read the poem below by Al Case, with a Karle Twist do'nt you know.
The Young beauty walked with a veil on her face
The young man stood at the altar in place
He would love her forever she truly knew
But she didn't know what their love would have to go through.
For better or worse the words that they said
A ring was passed and a pact was made
But soon the deal would be forgotten, and the words begin to fade
As he left her at the door, she found what her new life with him had in store, for this young gents heart was on the Dojo floor.
As the night rolled around her heart all a tremble
To consumate their love should have just been the start
but already the young gent was headed for the door
his gi in his bag as the uke's all called.
So bewilded she sat awaiting his return
but as he strolled through the door
She could see he was battered, all bruised and all sore
She just hope the following night he would be able to peform
But Ninpo seemed to be calling for him yet once more.
So her new life seemed to be set in a mold
She did all the cleaning, and put her lust upon hold
as night after night she stared at the door
While her man went out and practiced how to endure.
As life went on this Young maid began to grow sour
As she sat at home and watched the clock tick around hour after hour
the anger within it began to flower, as night after night passed
The bitterness grew until, at last, her anger blew through.
He returned one night, around half passed ten, weary and sore
But she met him with a club in her hand as he strode through the door
He tried to block but her rage made her fast
He tried to dodge but his strength could not last
He hit the floor as the air left him with a blast
He came with a shuto, a knee and a kick, but it seemed she knew his every Ninjutsu trick.
He tried Gansaki, but it was him who ended some how on the floor, his body all bloody, bruised, and quite sore.
He begged her for mercy, told her that he could take no more
But her anger was not drained as the bat came down with a crack, the bones in his arm he swore he heard snap
He tried for a sweep, but his legs got a whack
the kyusho he applied to her neck well that was a joke,
And soon he felt like he was the one that was going to croak
Then as he could struggle no more, she dragged him to the bed
Had her way and left him for dead.
Now when he trains there's a purpose in mind
he always makes sure he is at home at the correct time.
Okay hope you enjoyed my swing on Al Case's Poem, hear from you soon.
Be good to her from the I-man too on all the latest messages posted by Splinter.
ksthomas
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Ode to the Dojo Widow.
