The war was going badly, the RakeHell five in rage;
The reckoning was two to four with one battle left to wage.
And when Kooney died at first guard and Koro did the same
A growl of raving anger rose from watchers of the game.
Some shouted of dishonor and stalked out in deep disgust.
The rest said, "These are Klingons and will do what 'ere they must."
They believed "If fearless K'sy could but get a chance at that
We'd bet with a Ferengi, with K'sy at batleth.

But Khon fought prior to K'sy, and so did Rabor Vrint.
The former was half Romulan, the latter a ridgeless wimp.
So in that seething throng of Klin, implacable fury sat
For the possibility was grim of K'sy raising batleth.
But Khon took out the first guard to the roaring cheers of all,
And Vrint, the lowly fusion, threw the arbiter against the wall.
And when the smoke had cleared away, all saw what had occurred,
There was Rabor holding second guard and Khon was strangling third.

Then from the screaming congregation there arose a deafening cry;
It shook the coliseum's roof, it resounded beyond the sky;
It roared across all seven moons and crushed the towers flat
For K'sy, mighty K'sy, was advancing with batleth.
There was iron in K'sy's eyes that day as he strode up to the plate,
There was glory in K'sy's mien, a grim smile foretold his fate
And when, acknowledging the cheers, upon the ground he spat,
No native Klin or alien could doubt 'twas K'sy at batleth.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he swung his batleth wide

Five thousand tongues cheered wildly when he brought it to his side.
Then while the snarling thrower ground the tribble to his hip,
Defiance gleamed in K'sy's eye, a sneer curled K'sy's lip.
And now the furry tribble trilled as it hurtled through the air
And K'sy just stood viewing it in arrogant splendor there.
And past the glorious warrior, the tribble untouched sped,
"That kill's too easy" growled K'sy. " "Failed once!" the arbiter said

From the huge arena, thronged with clansmen, went up a clamorous roar,
Like torpedoes detonating on some enemies' distant shore..
"Kill him! Slay the arbiter!" cried some in the coliseum;
And it's likely they'd have killed him, had not K'sy said "Just leave him.".
With a smirk of wild audacity and a flick of his massive wrist
He stemmed the rising chaos; he bade the fight persist.
He signaled to the thrower, and once more the tribble flew;
But K'sy disregarded it, the arbiter said, "Failure two!"

"Discommendate!" cried the maddened mob, and their eyes with fire burned
But one scathing growl from K'sy and their loyalty returned .
They saw his eyes grow cruel and cold, they saw his ridges strain,
They knew that K'sy wouldn't let the tribble survive again.
The sneer is gone from K'sy's lips, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He beats with inexorable savagery his batleth on the plate.
And the thrower strokes the tribble, and then he propels it fast,
The sound barrier is shattered by the strength of K'sy's blast.

The tribble lived and somewhere else did Kahless shine his glory
And you may incorrectly think that a catastrophe ends this story.
But do not fret my listeners, things are not bad as they seem,
K'sy pulled out twin disrupters and took out the opposing team!