An Tirian Limricks

"There once was an An Tirian Fighter,
Who grasped his sword, tighter and tighter;
'Twas not done in fear,
One remarked to a peer,
It's Roger; he thinks it's his Miter!"

There once was a Lady named Jax,
Whose mate was quite good with his axe.
He threw it around,
But it fell to the ground,
Leaving her happy and free of the tax.

There once was a flyer named Arlys
Who decided to sail on, regardless,
'Til Guardsmen in kilts
Smacked her flag with their hilts
And she landed on them, so was jarred less.

A lady of 7th Cav, walkin'
'Round Orting, was heard to be talkin':
"There's only one rule
"if you break, you're a fool:
"and that's, DON'T SAY 'GOOD MORNING' TO HAAKON!"

"Astrid"'s a hard name to rhyme
And it puts me in mind of the time
In the West, at June Crown,
I got bored, and wrote down
A filk piece that's so bad, it's a crime.

A loud-mouthed An Tirian herald
Doing wake-up, found her life quite imperiled
So when next came the dawn
As people did yawn
Instead of shouting, she carolled!

Sidles been practicing her knives,
She makes points  every three out of five,
Should a heathen come rob her camp,
She place one right square in his back.