10. THE MODERN KNIGHT
A young knight was seen
Coming from the valley green;
He went to hike
On his red rosy bike
For he was modern knight.
He has surveyed the vale
When roared the cruel gale;
He has wandered all night
Like blind bat in flight
For he was down-trodden knight.
Yes, he was hiking all year,
In search of his lovely dear
Who fed him with deception
With words full of loving passion
Then disappeared into unknown land.
The young knight was shaken
Into pieces, his heart was broken,
For he trusted that duchess
Who wrongly did him bless
With her body beautiful and passionate.
Away he rode into valley green,
Where before he had never been,
He asked to tiger and bear
But none has seen his dear
Perhaps his love didn’t hide there.
Many years has gone
And his search was fully done
Then he decided to search no more
Thence came he back, riding as before
Though weak, pale and frail.
‘Water, lass of this highland
A drop of water from your hand
Before I dogly die
On this cold-land high’
Says he, dismounting rosy bike.
‘oh gallant sir’, I kneeled on grass
Then ran home to bring water in brass
He drank a little from rustic lass of farm
And collapsed into my rustic arm
Making me proud to hold gallant knight.