Punge the Cake

Punge the cake was a winner
Of duels with a parry and lunge
His sword work was second
To no-one at all
Hoorah for Victorious Punge !

On being punctuated

The swordsman delivered a /
though I tried to run I could not —
my : was sliced
into ; twice
I fell down to the floor with a crash

Now I was @ Death’s door it seemed
Not too long ~ end of my dreams
Neither stick now or ^
Could prevent all this claret
I had fallen apart at the seams