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.