Podrick of House Payne,
A lesser branch that is,
Was taken in by Tyrion,
To be a squire of his.

The Battle of the Blackwater
Left many a man dead.
But not our brave Podrick,
Who helped turn the river red.

Tyrion Lannister was not liked,
His sister would prefer his head spiked.
But our young Pod was faithful to his master,
And slew Ser Mandon even faster

Than Tyrion could blink,
And with a wink,
Our dear Pod,
Charged the docks.

Podrick Payne has a habit,
Of talking to his shoes.
But gods, when he is in battle, 
His metal does his prove.

Nine years old he is,
And when Joffrey dies,
Tyrion is imprisoned,
And our young Podrick cries

“I was his squire!
Ser, my lady,
I was his squire,
And he left me!”

By Fire&Blood

“Mother have mercy, Seven, plase, save me,
“I am no hero, I just want away!”
the frigtened Pod pleaded at Blackwater Bay.
Yet when the time for him came
to save his great Lannister lord
he didn’t think much, he soon climbed aboard
and slayed the false cold-eyed knight.
Our little shy Podrick, what hero you’ve been!
The only sad thing is: nobody has seen.

By Anonymous