Oct 2019
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Two Knights out and two Knights in,
two Knights in the tourney ring.
With a lance and sword and shield,
no quarter must either Knight yield.
With each muscle and each breath
they must fight on until death.
With mace chain and insult calls,
two Knights stand 'til one of them falls.
The white Knight is a charmer,
black Knight in polished armour,
to win a fair Princess to wed.
The white Knight is a chancer,
the black Knight is a dancer,
who will die on a grassy bed?
© Pagan Paul (25/05/19)
Two Knights out and two Knights in,
two Knights in the tourney ring.
With a lance and sword and shield,
no quarter must either Knight yield.
With each muscle and each breath
they must fight on until death.
With mace chain and insult calls,
two Knights stand 'til one of them falls.
The white Knight is a charmer,
black Knight in polished armour,
to win a fair Princess to wed.
The white Knight is a chancer,
the black Knight is a dancer,
who will die on a grassy bed?
© Pagan Paul (25/05/19)
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(Bristol, England)
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