A hard one

In astonishment, they looked at me,
At the thought of this thing round my knee,
A worried frown I would also bring,
When I said that I had it on a string!

“It’s hard”. I told them.  “All complete,
Sometimes gets tangled round my feet,
And one day, (let me tell you more),
I picked it up from off the floor”.

This scares them all, I go in hard,
And smash them then around the yard,
A conquerer then I will be,
With my conker from a chestnut tree.

Mick.