Some say he was a hero-
Some say he was bad.
He had come and gone, and no one knew what they had.
His name was Tavish DeGroot-he was the toughest man Alive,
but very soon-he would meet his own foolish Demise.
He lived in Scotland, a very nice place indeed-
But their was one bad thing it could not succeed.
The place was filled with Monsters! Mutants! Ghouls and Ghosts!
Fire imps turning everybody into roasts!
As Tavish stood tall and took a drink of his scrumpy, he spoke and said: "Things are gonna get bumpy!"
With the flick of his wrist, he quickly grabbed his sword, his trustworthy eyelander he had adored.
He crashed his front door and made his way outside, as he began to scream: "Oi, Who ready to die!"
He walked down his front porch and made his way onto land-
as he chopped off the head of an ugly skeleton man!
"Where is the sick man responsible for this! When I find him, im going to make em drink mah piss!"
Tavish held his word, and continued to fight-he bashed many zombies with all his might.
No one could stop him! He was a killing machine! He had chopped many heads as his eye began to gleam!
"Get outta my town and go back to hell! You dont belong here, Your stupid and ya smell!"
Soon, the town was now half empty-many civilians ran back inside their houses for saftey.
All the monsters were gone, killed, banished! The town had been saved by your truly-Tavish!
The towns people cried and they cheered, a man this strong deserved a well brewed beer!
"Here ya go Tavish, this if for you! A mighty cold drink for you to insue!"
The Mayor had givin Tavish the best gift ever, This was a moment for Tavish to remember!
As he glugged down the drink-down to the last sip, the gleam in his eye began to drip.
"Ai! Mayor what be in this drink? Taste a bit odd, dont ya think?"
Tavish fell hard, holding his stomach. His organs inside beginning to plummet.
"What have you done mayor? This drink is toying with me!"
"Im not sure Tavish...maybe a little alcohol poisoning?"

END.