Twelve Days of Thrown Weapons

Lyrics copyright 2016 by Jeff Suzuki

To the tune of The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:

An axe buried in a thick tree.

On the second day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:

Two throwing knives

And an axe buried in a thick tree.

On the third day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:

Three shuriken

Two throwing knives

And an axe buried in a thick tree.

On the fourth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:

Four tomahawks

Three shuriken

Two throwing knives

And an axe buried in a thick tree.

(You know how it goes, so I'll only give the added items henceforth)

On the fifth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:

Five atlatl darts!

On the sixth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:

Six flying kukri

On the seventh day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:

Seven chakra diskettes

On the eighth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:

Eight assegai

On the ninth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:

Nine Roman pilums--(Spoken: Or is it pilae?)

On the tenth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:

Ten flying chickens

On the eleventh day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:

Eleven sharp-edged shovels

On the twelfth day of Pensic, my marshal gave to me:

Twelve kitchens sinks

Notes

Our camp at Pensic has a number of good bards; I also camp there. We also have two thrown weapons marshals. And a few other things, which one the good bards at the camp (Katherine Ashewood, MKA Julie Golick) wrote about: Marauder's Jingle.

In any case: if you've been reading through the notes, you'll know I'm a big fan of quality through quantity. The critical point is that you have to finish things. But maybe you don't believe I write a lot, most of which is just bad, so even though this song is, at best, mediocre drivel, I'm posting it. Historians can then see that I have lived up to (nay, exceeded) my obligations under Sturgeon's Law.

Oh, and for those who want to run the psychoanalysis..many people will engage in self-deprecating humor in the hopes of eliciting a compliment. I'm not: I don't need anyone to compliment me on my performance skills, which is a good thing, since I'd be in for a long, long wait. On the other hand, I won't dismiss a suggestion that it's part of a pathetic bid for attention...

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