"The Siege"
With legs all pointy and pinchers so sharp.
They came out of the ocean, the tower, their mark.
So silent, the menace ascended the hill.
Their red smiling faces, they grinned at the thrill.

The walls were scaled, the gate it was wrest.
As the tower fell crumbling, the enemy, they left.
Nuns ran screaming and the monks they cried.
Soon all had vanished on the turn of the tide.
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2 of the 1265 verses of the epic poem, The Siege
by Baron duPueper von Frogblot in 1634