(It is my great burden in life to be somewhat skilled at writing awful limericks. Such poetry is unpopular outside of public toilets, yet I am cursed to excel at it. Therefore.)
There once was a
blonde mercenaryWho stood all imposing and scary.
She acted untoward
And talked to her
swordWhen grabbing all gold she could carry.
(Scribbled that when
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