Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
idealistic,I smile to be deluded by realism as the windmill slaps my *** again, romantic chivalry my duty saving damsels righting wrongs In La Mancha in the archives my story resides , and i have not been sleeping much, reading causing my brain to dry , as a result excuse my being quick to anger, whenever I feel Dulcinea is in danger. and, it has been many an innkeeper who has knighted me and many a beating I have taken left in the gutter as the priest decides which of my books to burn in an effort to dull my ardor, ferocious giants loom disparaging my squire calling him unintelligent and greedy, to them I shall draw my sword, to the death To my squire's defense, I ride!! Sancho will be governor, and my Dulcinea is crying.
0
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
exceedingly
idealistic,I smile to be deluded by realism as the windmill slaps my *** again, romantic chivalry my duty saving damsels righting wrongs In La Mancha in the archives my story resides , and i have not been sleeping much, reading causing my brain to dry , as a result excuse my being quick to anger, whenever I feel Dulcinea is in danger. and, it has been many an innkeeper who has knighted me and many a beating I have taken left in the gutter as the priest decides which of my books to burn in an effort to dull my ardor, ferocious giants loom disparaging my squire calling him unintelligent and greedy, to them I shall draw my sword, to the death To my squire's defense, I ride!! Sancho will be governor, and my Dulcinea is crying.
work in progress
wordvango
Written by
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem