Tuesday, October 20, 2009

The Knight

Sir Whatshizname was a Knight,
his lance was sharp, his horse was white,
he punished what was wrong, upheld what was right,
and in general gave the bad guys quite a fright.

As you see, his future seemed pretty bright,
to get their daughters married off to him, many-a-father tried,
they smothered him with flattery, deceit and lies,
frankly, it's a wonder how he survived.

Whatshizname by now wanted a bride,
he was tired of fast food and fries,
though Mc Donal's charges pretty right,
the oil on their burgers is not a pretty sight.

"Fair Princess, where art thou!" he cried,
and fretted once his eyes had dried,
untill one fine day a peasant arrived,
and told of a princes who seemed just right.

Immediately our hero got onto his ride,
and rode out to the country side,
looking Jhataak all dressed up in style,
and to woo the princess hard he tried.

A dragon landed just to his right,
to impress the princess, the dragon he must fight,
to give him credit, to be brave he tried.
But under suspicious circumstances, his horse took flight.

So now back at home came the knight,
in front of his mother like a baby he cried,
All the allegations of being a coward he denied,
but in the end I hear it's arranged marriage that he tried.

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