Novices

That's the name of the fencing competition at the end of the month.

Training is picking up, almost every day.

In leu of the tough training, I'm going to write a poem and add a line every day.

Here we go.


On the first day of fencing my thighs said to me:
"We're giving up on life already."


On the second day of fencing my groin said to me:
Why did your opponent hit me?"

To be continued...