Wednesday, January 02, 2008

XXXIII - A different quest.

. 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. --- © J Cosmo Newbery ---