on an evening
of bleak winter chill
a lone knight rode
to Bartonleigh hill
stationed there
was his maiden cute
plucking the strings
of an out of tune lute
as she plucked
the rats did cry
never had they heard
such a rumpus lullaby
upon her door
a knocker knocked
it was the lone knight
minus his left sock
oh she said
your foot looks blue
come warm it near
the fire's flaming hue
he quickly placed
his toes by the hearth's side
thence gave a promise
to take her as his bride
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
on an evening
of bleak winter chill
a lone knight rode
to Bartonleigh hill
stationed there
was his maiden cute
plucking the strings
of an out of tune lute
as she plucked
the rats did cry
never had they heard
such a rumpus lullaby
upon her door
a knocker knocked
it was the lone knight
minus his left sock
oh she said
your foot looks blue
come warm it near
the fire's flaming hue
he quickly placed
his toes by the hearth's side
thence gave a promise
to take her as his bride
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