There once was a grot known as Blunder
whose tale is a legend of wonder.
His blunderbuss shots
could floor a Bull-Grox
and even rend armour asunder.
One thing that the Ork Mind can do
is to make what they think to come true.
And the more that believe
the more power they receive
and that's how the grot's power grew.
A blunderbuss, so it was told
that could blast with a power ten fold,
Stupendously shot
by a wonderous grot
was truly a sight to behold.
Orks from all over da Waaagh
heard tell of this rising green star.
They came to his side
from far and from wide
to witness his Blundering power.
The more that attended the show
the greater his power would grow.
Each target they stood
got blasted real good.
There was nothing that grot couldn't blow.
And so began Blunder's adventures.
Though battlefields, buildings and trenches.
His blunderful buss
caused such a big fuss
and attracted a lot of attention.
Now the tanks of the Imperial Guard
though their armour be ever so hard.
They seemed to just melt
when his power they felt.
Like a knife through a slab of Squig-lard.
As the Blunder-Waaagh gathered momentum
the humans just could not prevent them
from blowing to bits
all their tanks and their ships.
He blasted whatever they sent him.
But alas came a terrible day,
when a Titan came stomping his way,
took a shot to the head
and fell down like the dead
and squashed him beneath where it lay.
And so ends the legend of Blunder,
whose blunderbuss echoed like thunder.
Gork-damn, what a Grot!
And a zogging good shot.
A mighty peculiar Grot-wonder
- The End:
