Battle of the Blazened
From the album: High tales of tokeshire
At dawn they marched to Bongfield Gate,
The air was thick, the guards were late.
The rebels rolled with honor high,
While clouds of kush blocked out the sky.
The king’s men coughed behind their shields,
As druids grew joints in the battlefield.
A flaming blunt flew like a dart—
It struck the royal horse… who laughed and farted.
It’s the Battle of the Blazened, light your flame!
No sword, no spell, just puff and aim.
From bard to goblin, all took part—
Even the queen with her royal cart.
The mage cast “Hotbox Zone” with flair,
The archers launched edibles through air.
A bong-shaped cannon roared with pride…
And peace was won, all red-eyed.
The king took one reluctant hit,
Then giggled, coughed, and said “Well... shit.”
He raised a leaf and bowed his head—
“The war is over. Let’s bake some bread.”