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