There
once was a knight
who
always at night
sad
poems he wrote
to
deal with love drought
After
much thinking
and
certainly drinking
the
knight left the bar
to
go really far
for
some sort of quest:
To
slay evil monsters,
be
on all WANTED posters
Be
rich,
kill
a witch
Save
innocent people,
help
even the cripple
Don't
be like the rest,
but
only the best
He
drove across plains in his shiny white Porsche
(Some
say it's unfitting, improper and silly
And
nobody thinks it helps jousting really
But
goes so much faster than the traditional horse.)
And
he battled for a king
who
was known to be just
for
it is the common thing,
like
they say it is a “must”
Liberating
helpless people using pointy battle forks
swording
through the trolls and goblins and especially the orcs
So
he did all deeds of valor
Even
he became a sailor
to
explore all magic places
see
all kinds of different faces
But
despite trying a lot
little
pleasure to him brought
for
the hollow in his heart
had
not found it's missing part
And
he watched night skies alight
while
sad poems he did write
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