Perhaps this was somewhat cheeky, another might've gone and beat me, though I'm eager to test your wits, some come again to the fighting pits!
Standing tall and standing proud,
Operating rather loud,
Lies a servant for my tasks,
In the shade of building, bask.
Down goes one, a further ten, and then another falls from zen,
As my plan proceeds so smooth, I contemplate the simple truth:
Winkybunion, rather rare, a name to love or name to fear,
Three in number are my sisters, only once I took a Mister.
This servant, not my design, but speaks strong of family ties,
Two and two, 'til two arrive, then two go down as two survive.
One or other, never both, but still I hope to try the most,
And green's the colour, through and through, as I'm harassed by two and two.
Tell me this, to pass my test, and prove that you are now the best,
Though plan did fail and two did win, which tall servant stood the sin?
Came to save my sister, stayed for the quiz show.