A Knight to Remember
(a silly poem)
The ancient knight (the battle o'er)
Returned bone-weary, saddle-sore,
But when his winsome lady 'spied,
His spirits rose--or 'least they tried.
In urgent haste he bade her leave
To matrimonial battle cleave.
Love-locked he did give blow for blow
'Til vanquished by that tender foe.
The battle proved too hard a test,
The knight did earn eternal rest.
He gasped his last (the furs upon)
True knight: he died with his spurs on.
--Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
No comments:
Post a Comment