Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
A man's home is his castle or so they say His lady a queen The worth of his kingdom Built on the strength of his arm If this is true, consider me a knave A baseborn curr With no castle of stone Nor queen or damsel But I have a kingdom I have the clothes on my back This fine *** under mine The song in my heart And a liar be any man that say, I am not a gentleman A knight errant Destined to roam the roads With no place to call home
0
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
No place to call home
A man's home is his castle or so they say His lady a queen The worth of his kingdom Built on the strength of his arm If this is true, consider me a knave A baseborn curr With no castle of stone Nor queen or damsel But I have a kingdom I have the clothes on my back This fine *** under mine The song in my heart And a liar be any man that say, I am not a gentleman A knight errant Destined to roam the roads With no place to call home
Poemsbymrblacke
Written by
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem