A swift parry here
A deft backswing there
…I’m beaten again by the boy
As he swings his lightsaber
There’s skill in his labour
…I’m grateful it’s only a toy.
Again he cries and I’m under attack
He darts to the side, now he comes from the back
…the young Master comes in for the kill
Jedi am I not
‘saber skills I’ve not got
…and it seemed as if I just stood still.