Mem, I'm afraid that I'm falling in love for her
Me too!
But wait! What's happening?
Suddenly the Romans stop their advance,
they're leaping and hopping about,
clutching their partes privatas and posteriores,
yelling "Oh! Owww! Eeeek!"
It's like they're being pierced by tiny sharp darts
in their most uncomfortable parts!
"Vae! Eheu! O stercore!" they cry
(they went to dead posh schools, these legionaries)
Cunning Elflalia has woven her wicked witchcraft,
a last -second spell to save her beloved red-haired elfgirl.
Now the Romans aren't looking so heroic,
their only hope is to find the barabarians'
Charm against Elf-Shot
(the oracle Gugulus might help! )