In Days Of Old.... Poem by Glenn Bagshaw

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'So why don't you come my cannistered knight,
with bucket for head, heart fully steel-wooled
and frying pan seat? Oh Lord, what a sight!
for knights- stiff and heavy- where are they pulled? !
You trothed me, I bossed thee-Why aren't you here?
You dined at my table with your drawbridge of mouth,
washed everything down with moats teemng beer-
Has passion cooled North? Is your lance dipped South? '

Yet near Destiny Town, dead, down in dust-
Indeed his steed sees he has the knight off.
Black Prince of storms reins the gallant with rust;
as Fate shall chill, the tin-splendid shall cough.
Maid quests with her calls, crusades with loud might:
'Good night to our loving, my no-good knight! '