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simon nemeth

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Knights right

« on: August 30, 2010, 03:54:05 PM »

KIGHTS RIGHT

I got a sword just like I promised:
Passed my trial and pulled a Claymore out of a rock.
It was great to have my own stable,
Bloody hell! I even came second in the jousting.

Anyway I goes down the tavern for a quencher.
Ended up barging into that maiden I fancied.
She apologised for staining my silken shirt,
“It’s right, love” I mused “You can bump into me anytime”

We got talking and she showed some promise:
Her violet hair shimmered as brightly as ever,
Those soft eyes reminded me of a young squire,
So I bought a goblet and asked about her.

Well she really wanted my sword,
Or any dagger that was passing through the doors.
Turns out there’s nothing about Mary.
So I’ll polish my armour for another day.


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