Hector steps forward from the line,
"Come on, you big bunch of bovines,
I offer to engage in combat
Any man, or even a wombat!"
The Greeks draw lots to decide
Who should commit suicide.
Ajax's stone falls from the helmet.
He looks at it and then says "Dammit!
"I had hoped not to be picked.
Oh well, Hector will be nicked.
If it happens that I should die,
In the ground please let me lie."
He takes up his great shield and sword,
Adding, "Anyway, I was bored."
He trudges slowly to the field,
and buckles on his sword and shield.
"Come on Hector," he then yells,
"Let's see if you've got it where it tells!"
Hector steps up in a thrice,
Very loudly he replies,
"I think I'm more than you can hack.
Let's see if you're fluff or tack!"
And as the reddish sunset nears,
they ready and then cast their spears.
Hector's spear just bounces off,
Ajax's doesn't raise a cough.
They get more spears and try again,
The second round is quite the same.
They draw their swords and then let fly,
Ajax swings from up on high.
His stroke connects with Hector's head,
whose helmet is not made of lead.
It withstands the mighty blow,
and Ajax has got naught to show.
Hector then launches his blow
A thrust into the heart; but no!
Ajax's shield is far too thick,
It doesn't even get a nick.
Hector's sword is badly shattered,
And that really, really matters.
In desperation he then bends,
and from the ground a stone he lends.
He casts the stone with all his might,
But Ajax still has lots of fight.
Ajax merely shrugs his shoulders.
He's really good at throwing boulders.
He easily deflects the stone
And picks a boulder from the loam.
"Two can play at this old game.
Let's see who's got the better aim!"
This heavy boulder he then throws.
Hector staggers from the blow.
His shield then crumples from the force.
Ajax has the strength of a horse.
He follows his advantage through,
although the sky's an orange hue.
Another boulder he then hurls
Directly into Hector's curls.
Hector buckles, then he stands,
Then yells, "Please look at the land!
"The sun is going down, you see,
As we stand here by this tree.
"Why not postpone this little fight,
Until, perhaps, tomorrow night?
"But it's been so good fighting with you,
I'd like you to have this belt of blue."
Ajax also gives his belt.
"Look here: on it 'hero's spelt!"
The combatants shake hands and then
They promptly feast with all their men.
"Come on, you big bunch of bovines,
I offer to engage in combat
Any man, or even a wombat!"
The Greeks draw lots to decide
Who should commit suicide.
Ajax's stone falls from the helmet.
He looks at it and then says "Dammit!
"I had hoped not to be picked.
Oh well, Hector will be nicked.
If it happens that I should die,
In the ground please let me lie."
He takes up his great shield and sword,
Adding, "Anyway, I was bored."
He trudges slowly to the field,
and buckles on his sword and shield.
"Come on Hector," he then yells,
"Let's see if you've got it where it tells!"
Hector steps up in a thrice,
Very loudly he replies,
"I think I'm more than you can hack.
Let's see if you're fluff or tack!"
And as the reddish sunset nears,
they ready and then cast their spears.
Hector's spear just bounces off,
Ajax's doesn't raise a cough.
They get more spears and try again,
The second round is quite the same.
They draw their swords and then let fly,
Ajax swings from up on high.
His stroke connects with Hector's head,
whose helmet is not made of lead.
It withstands the mighty blow,
and Ajax has got naught to show.
Hector then launches his blow
A thrust into the heart; but no!
Ajax's shield is far too thick,
It doesn't even get a nick.
Hector's sword is badly shattered,
And that really, really matters.
In desperation he then bends,
and from the ground a stone he lends.
He casts the stone with all his might,
But Ajax still has lots of fight.
Ajax merely shrugs his shoulders.
He's really good at throwing boulders.
He easily deflects the stone
And picks a boulder from the loam.
"Two can play at this old game.
Let's see who's got the better aim!"
This heavy boulder he then throws.
Hector staggers from the blow.
His shield then crumples from the force.
Ajax has the strength of a horse.
He follows his advantage through,
although the sky's an orange hue.
Another boulder he then hurls
Directly into Hector's curls.
Hector buckles, then he stands,
Then yells, "Please look at the land!
"The sun is going down, you see,
As we stand here by this tree.
"Why not postpone this little fight,
Until, perhaps, tomorrow night?
"But it's been so good fighting with you,
I'd like you to have this belt of blue."
Ajax also gives his belt.
"Look here: on it 'hero's spelt!"
The combatants shake hands and then
They promptly feast with all their men.