Silent Knights Poem by David McLansky

There stood a silent knight in armor;
The ladies thought him quite a charmer;
He listened with his sword in scabbard;
This silent knight never jabbered;

Until one hoarse and bored young maiden,
Who was a silly shameless brazen,
Lifted up his helmet visor
And saw it empty of advisor;

A man may joust and sweat all day
With his fair maid were e'er she lay,
But if she seeks a man who listens,
First check his slats for eyes that glisten.