Barbarian's Bloody Banter

There once was a dwarf with a rage burning bright Who treated dead goblins like sporting delight! With axe as his club and some heads as his ball He'd swing without mercy, not caring at all! Oh, the dwarf and his goblin-head sporting spree A barbarian's game that would make warriors flee! Each skull was a trophy, each swing was a roar A pastime so gruesome, it shocked to the core! He'd line up his victims with tactical care Then swing with such fury that made companions stare! Each goblin head sailing across battlefield ground A grotesque performance that made legends resound! The party just watched with a mixture of dread As dwarf played his game with these poor severed heads It's practice! he shouted with barbaric glee Improving my swing is important, you see! So raise up your tankards to this barbaric sport Where monster heads fly and make warriors snort! A dwarf and his trophies, all bloodied and grim A game that's so wrong, it's impossible to dim!