Sirona's Prize

Who can flog you like a wrecking ball,
And then bake cookies, pleasing one and all?
Who’s skill with needle far surpasses art?
Who reigns o’er Bedlam with a mother’s heart?
Who dances with a rapier in her hand?
Could only be our Sirona Boann;
Who has found favor in our Royal’s eyes,
And comes today prepared to fight her prize.
For our Noble Crown’s appointed her
Companion of the Argent Rapier;
And she invites all students of the blade,
Upon this field, with banners all displayed,
To bring your swords, and put her to the test.
Come, members of the MOB, the CAR, the rest.
Come with your swords, held in a steady grip,
To revel in the Art of Swordsmanship.
The Lady’s pleased and proud to show her skill.
Just tell her who to feed, to clothe, or kill.