The Foilsman likes to dance around on swiftly moving feet.
He spends long hours practicing to beat a quick retreat.
He lunges fifty times a day and sweats his youth away,
Until at last he wises up and learns to fence Epee.
I searched out this humorous little poem while talking to a friend about fencing, a sport which I love dearly, and miss very much. I started fencing at age 7, and stopped during high school, because I became too busy with other things, mainly music. I still think of fencing as a large part of my personality, even if I am seriously out of practice.
And yes, epee is the superior weapon, despite what saber fencers will tell you.