Valiant they march towards the battlefield,
Seeming to be impervious to pain.
They will march through snow, through mud, and through the rain.
They come to plunder. They come like thunder.
They scale the walls. They tunnel under.
I pray my Lord to save these beseeched,
but it’s far too late, for the gate’s been breached.
They will lay this land to waste without a blow or swinging one sword.
This vicious treasure seeking horde.
These heathens and their nefarious reasons.
So, as our eyes meet, and the many lay before my feet, on this fateful day, I say……………
“It’s 30 fking degree outside. There’s literally snow. Of course we can have ice cream. Anything for my princesses. Send it. Braaaaaaaap!”
😅😆😄🙃 Hilarious! I read most of it before seeing the pictures. It all seemed so serious and historic... and then you get to the punch line. Ha! Good job.