It was a few days ago
he was with great ego
going about in a go
as he had no foe
he did not have to bow
as he disliked show
he never bent low
never intended to give a blow
wished to get in the flow
with a perfect glow
he moved slow
and did not know
how to speedily go
as the target was in a row
hard to hit with a bow
so shot it with an arrow
breaking it into two.
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