by Unknown
Oct 2009 358 Views 5 comments
of Knights humble.
Trying to be a knight
in shining armour,
I answered a call,
to save a daimsel,
in distress.
I went tilting
like old Dom Quichotte,
at a windmill.
Caught in a sail,
spun round and
round,
blind to what was before me,
ended crumpled on the ground.
She didn't want to be saved.
It ended in a bloody mess.
I wound up feeling like a frog,
pretending to be not
what I was,
to make sure
she knew not,
and went away
still feeling
like a princess.
in shining armour,
I answered a call,
to save a daimsel,
in distress.
I went tilting
like old Dom Quichotte,
at a windmill.
Caught in a sail,
spun round and
round,
blind to what was before me,
ended crumpled on the ground.
She didn't want to be saved.
It ended in a bloody mess.
I wound up feeling like a frog,
pretending to be not
what I was,
to make sure
she knew not,
and went away
still feeling
like a princess.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2009
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Comments (5)
taught me
that a true gentleman
never on the Lady
Lays the blame.