I am a Guard Girl
I am in the GuardIt is where I belong.
There is no other
group or throng.
All I know
is "twirl this" and "dance that"
And I do it all
with the grace of a cat.
I thrive on sabres,
rifles, and poles.
Bruises and bumps
adorn my skull
Guard girl I am
and I stand proud and tall
There's nothing I wouldn't do
to give my all.
To give my all
and then some more.
There's no other way
to enter that door.
At Perfection's door
I knock and plead.
I aim for it's glory-
I sweat and I bleed.
I am in the Guard
and this is my creed.
To have that card
of Perfection's breed.
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