And so, with my shiny new sword,

  The name for which was 'Word',

  That being my idea of solving problems.

  I reached the top at last, near the river Rums,

  The phrase 'pain and suffering' sums,

  My journey up.

  Yet once at the river, I began to cup

  My hands to drinks, and began to sup

  On the berries I collected on the way.

  So I slept, and I woke up to the sun's ray,

  And a donkey's bray,

  The latter did not excite me.

  And so I open my eyes, what do I see,

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  Donkeys - not one, not two, but three!

  Pain and suffering indeed.

  But then came over me a sudden greed

  For donkey meat, and so Word did the deed,

  'Good' food for days.

  Seeing this, a second ran off into the haze,

  But the third seemed in a daze,

  Simply staring at me.

  Unholy visions my mind did see,

  And it became my utmost desire to flee;

  I had had enough of weird beasts.

  Even if they made for quite good feasts,

  And could perhaps be avoided by going East,

  I was simply done.

  Yet up in the sky there was still the sun,

  And thus not a particularly fun time to run,

  Ignoring the donkey, I slept under a tree's shade.

  And once again, I woke up to a blade,

  One of grass, not a bandit's raid,

  I got up to leave.

  I saw the donkey near the corpse, as if to greave,

  Went closer, my eyes didn't believe,

  It was a cannibal.

  And then in my mind I heard the chime of a cymbal,

  Which could only be a symbol

  Of an evil to vanquish.