Monday, January 14, 2008
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
XXXIII - A different quest.
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A different quest
[The Knight]
Come dear fellow, let’s walk in the park
I need to air a subject most dark:
Just between me and you
Though I enjoy a rhyme or two
It no longer seems to provide a spark.
[The Attendant]
Oh master, pray, please do nothing rash
There will be tears that flow and teeth that gnash;
[The Knight]
Sancho, my friend, I am telling you
That a man must do what a man must do.
It’s time to park
This poetry lark
And bravely tilt at a wind mill or two.
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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