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A Night (Knight) at the Bar

Poetry By: lainie


Humor - play on words (night and Knight)

Submitted:Oct 28, 2006    Reads: 124    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

He clomped his way through the bar room door

Feeling musty, dusty, rusty and mighty soar

After a long and hot gruelling day of war

On rickety legs he headed for the bar

But it was plain he wouldn't get very far

With his boots all covered in feathers and tar

There he stood, sweating in his iron pants

Stuck to the floor leaning on his trusty lance

And then he saw it coming, trouble in a glance

She brought him down with a single punch

And before he knew it he was out to lunch

With the family jewels hanging in a bunch

He woke up in the alley underneath a starry night

Knowing that he'd never walk again... just right

Moral of the story.....

Don't walk on clean floors with tarry boots you stupid knight


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