The Ballad Of Sir Misfortune Poem by Dorukhan Baris Oguzcan

Oh, hail the knight so grand and bold, whose armor shined—but full of holes! His sword was bent, his horse was lame, yet still he rode for love and fame!

Upon the field of battle fierce, he swung his blade—alas, a miss! The foe stood still, perplexed and mute, while Sir Misfortune tripped on his boot.

To court he went, in noble guise, with stolen plumes and borrowed ties. He wooed the queen with flowery prose, till sneezed and snuffed—on her fine clothes!

A hero's tale, so brave and bright, yet fortune mocked him, left and right. For fate, it seems, had found delight, in tripping fools who dream of might!