Poetry

Viking maidens were a-twisting and a-twirling their golden locks into
      buns
As they run rather swiftly towards the Huns to stun them with their
      guns
Puns fly out of the guns as the black powder was ignited and
      released to reach its destination to help churn, burn, and turn
      the butter-bun for her Hun-loving honey
Money comes free to these maidens due to pillaging royalty’s
      villages for booty, and tillage