A Knight to Remember
Long had I searched for my true love,
In woods, by restless sea,
Wishing upon the stars above
That she'd soon come to me.
Then she appeared by morning's mist,
A vision to behold;
Her lips just begging to be kissed
By me, her knight so bold.
But this one was a proper maid,
She'd shed nary a boot,
And she made certain that I stayed
Enclosed within my suit.
We walked and talked down by the sea,
Dampened by windblown brine;
No matter, soon I'd find a lea
And I would make her mine.
I'd ply her with my best liqueur
By firelight's dying ember;
I'd lay her down and give to her
A knight that she'd remember.
My reveries came to swift end,
She'd snatched my pouch of gold!
'Twas then I found I could not bend,
I felt older than old!
All of my joints were rusted stiff,
I could not move a muscle;
She climbed upon my steed so swift,
From me nary a tussle.
Then she bent down for one quick kiss,
A grin upon her face,
And off she rode, this saucy miss
While I stood in disgrace.
Oh dread! This was an awful plight!
No one to blame but me;
My mama'd warned me, she was right--
I should've used WD-40!
Orig. © 2003
By Linda Newman
© 2010 Linda Newman
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