With helm of awe and bearded man, On haft part charred by Jacob's hand, A most worthy axe for Valhalla's hall, Shall now hang upon my wall, A thing of beauty, a work of art, And not for rending heads apart! Dispatched well wrapped, delivered with care, By a packing team with excellent hair, This axe is now my pride and joy, "Don't touch that kid, it's not a toy!" And so I wrote this review in verse Be glad I didn't sing it, it would have been worse!
