The musings of a small mammal seeking enlightenment through fencing, meditation, and baking cookies.
Saunters into the salle, salutes with a chic swoosh
sharp of eye, keen of wit, and with sword-borne cliche at the ready.(okay, I cheated just a little)
Carrying D'Argtagnan, Vader, Musashi and Dread Pirate Roberts (and couldn't help but add another line)
We've seen this before, and yet it fascinates
Sweat beads, a sudden cry --- "so where's the beer?"