Knight In Shining Armour

The valiant hero stood his ground, Defiant in the sun, His shining armour shone around On almost everyone! The crowd assembled, like they do, As if to cheer him on, The villain of the piece to boo, As if he'd soon be gone... The villain slapped his gauntlet there, Right on the hero's cheek! The hero trembled with a glare That some thought quite unique... 'How darest thou, thou craven knave! Now suffer for that slight! ' Back to their horses they marched brave, The knave against the knight! The horses tensed their muscles hard To bear the extra weight, The two men posed and then 'En guard! ' Their faces full of hate... A preacher begged them to repent, Make peace, but would they hell... 'Oh, dear...' said he, then off he went, Looked back and bade farewell... The fight began, as most fights do, Courageous to a fault, They beat each other black and blue And then they called a halt... Time-out for nose bleeds to calm down And nervous knees to rest... Before they sought the victor's crown And comely maiden's chest... The villain twirled his moustache back, That drove the hero wild! He gave the villain's rump a whack And that sure got him riled! 'How darest thou! ' was his retort And soon revenge was his! The hero's rump got what it ought, The villain couldn't miss! The crowd was in hysterics now, Guffaws were everywhere... The hero wiped his sweaty brow And thought, 'The cads don't care! ' With that, he turned and rode away, To head for yonder hill... His rump was sore, his heart was gay, His armour shining still... Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012.