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Going medieval

This is the story about a young knight, riding his horse through a village one day. A woman stops him.

 

 

Oh brave sir knight

young blue eyes so bright

this maiden throws herself at your feet

I have a farm, chickens, cows, plenty to eat

when you take me in marriage, it is all yours, my dear

let us roll in the hay, I'll let you drink my root beer

summer, fall, winter, spring

I'll be your queen, you'll be my king

sir knight, darling, dear, listen to this plea

marry me, marry me, marry me!

 

 

 

Maiden? You're older and uglier than my mother

who, when I was 12, I had the decency to smother

stay away, you filthy *****

oh god, the stench, the stench!

you look and smell worse than moldy old cheese

verily, you must have at least fifteen types of disease

No, I will not put my sword in your sheath

I'd sooner punch out my own pretty yellow teeth

you stupid old cow, you mangy goat

out of my sight, lest I cut your throat!

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tim-t
Belgian
Published
Jul 7, 2010
Lines·Words
21·180
Notes

First part took me a very long time to finish. Second part went automatically. Apart from one or two lines, I'm pleased with the end result.

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