>>18111469In days of yore, a Visigoth bold,
With her sword and armor, oh so old,
She thought she was mighty, strong and grand,
But alas, her skills didn't quite withstand.
With a clunky helmet on her head,
She charged into battle, filled with dread,
Tripping over rocks, stumbling with might,
Her foes just laughed at this comical sight.
Her battle cries were a terrible din,
But her swings were slow, oh what a sin!
Her sword, once gleaming, now rusty and worn,
Couldn't pierce a feather, let alone behead a thorn.
She boasted of conquests in ancient lands,
Yet no one believed her feeble demands,
The Visigoth's glory was but a sham,
Her reign a comedy, an elaborate scam.
So let us remember this Visigoth old,
A warrior whose tale has often been told,
She stumbled and bumbled, a clumsy buffoon,
The ancient Visigoth, the kingdom's clown, and a loon!