With helm of awe and bearded man,
On haft part charred by Jacob's hand,
A most worthy axe for Valhalla's hall,
Shall now hang upon my wall,
A thing of beauty, a work of art,
And not for rending heads apart!
Dispatched well wrapped, delivered with care,
By a packing team with excellent hair,
This axe is now my pride and joy,
"Don't touch that kid, it's not a toy!"
And so I wrote this review in verse
Be glad I didn't sing it, it would have been worse!