04-30-2014, 09:53 PM
This day, a knight was galloping
along a broken track.
He and three were searching
for a grail.
The ride was long, the day was hot,
his horse was breaking stride a lot
and falling back, he let out with a hail.
"Prithee, knights, slow down for me;
I fear mine horse hath cast an shoe.
I cannot keep the pace until
he rests awhile or has a new
shoe fitted by some farrier
perchance along the way!"
Back came the shout,
"We'll tarry not,
but as we three are getting hot
we'll meet up where the sun shades cool,
later on today."
The sorrowed sire bid knights farewell
and hobbled slow along a lane.
Ahead he spied a hamlet where
the chance a farrier was there
gave rise to hope all would be well
and he would quick be back again
with his be-knighted friends.
And so it was, in but one hour,
his horse all ironed and running smooth,
that at fork he reigned her in,
with not a sign to show to him
wither or not his friends had been
along the way
...or nay.
Oh such a quandary, which to choose?
The left looked steep and with new shoes
his steed could easy slip and fall;
then pond'ring saw beyond a wall
a peasant tending to his crop.
"Hail fellow! Hast thou seen this day,
this merry-sent St.Crispin's day,
(for so it was, it matters not)
three knights go by, all swift of steed?
Answer man, time I've not got
to waste whilst thou tend to thine weeds."
The serf, in slow considered style,
raised up himself and in a while,
pensive over fear of error,
meekly in respectful terror,
to the knight replied thus-wise.
"Alas fair knight, nought did I see
of these fair knights of which thou ment'sht,
but I have not the sight so keen
that certain can I be.
My hearing tells me that thine horse
is newly shod and that, of course,
should indicate that had I heard
the horses, three say you, go by,
I would have known, you have my word."
The knight went right, not knowing why,
and in the distance soon did'st spy,
a hunter with his barking hound,
walking over stony ground,
and soon caught up with him.
"Sirrah! Hast thou seen this day,
this merry-sent St.Crispin's day,
three knights all fair and swift of steed?
Speak, man, for 'tis thine help I need;
my horse, alas, hads't cast an shoe
thus now I'm lost, and advise you
that if thou knowest where they went
say now, or ever you'll repent
this merry-sent St.Crispin's day"
The hunter, hushing down his hound,
looked guilty then, and to the ground,
muttered he, in trespass caught,
(and fearful he may face a fine),
thus so to please his only thought,
burbled out in double-time,
"Forsooth, fair knight, nought have I seen
--and looked I well, a hunter I--
of whither way these knights have been,
though fair of face, none turned my eye.
Would'st that they had, in truth indeed,
I surely woulds't their passing tell,
but nought of them, I humbly plead,
cans't I divulge, for fear of Hell."
At this the knight tight-reined his mare
then spun her round a turn or two.
Not knowing wither way to head
his horse reared up and cast a shoe!
The hunter hasty headed home,
his cur made off, as air turned blue.
Casting his helmet to the dust,
the knight loosed curses to the sun.
He scratched his hair, out billowed rust,
in rhetoric asked, (he was undone..)
"So where the fuck have they gone?"
tectak
2014
along a broken track.
He and three were searching
for a grail.
The ride was long, the day was hot,
his horse was breaking stride a lot
and falling back, he let out with a hail.
"Prithee, knights, slow down for me;
I fear mine horse hath cast an shoe.
I cannot keep the pace until
he rests awhile or has a new
shoe fitted by some farrier
perchance along the way!"
Back came the shout,
"We'll tarry not,
but as we three are getting hot
we'll meet up where the sun shades cool,
later on today."
The sorrowed sire bid knights farewell
and hobbled slow along a lane.
Ahead he spied a hamlet where
the chance a farrier was there
gave rise to hope all would be well
and he would quick be back again
with his be-knighted friends.
And so it was, in but one hour,
his horse all ironed and running smooth,
that at fork he reigned her in,
with not a sign to show to him
wither or not his friends had been
along the way
...or nay.
Oh such a quandary, which to choose?
The left looked steep and with new shoes
his steed could easy slip and fall;
then pond'ring saw beyond a wall
a peasant tending to his crop.
"Hail fellow! Hast thou seen this day,
this merry-sent St.Crispin's day,
(for so it was, it matters not)
three knights go by, all swift of steed?
Answer man, time I've not got
to waste whilst thou tend to thine weeds."
The serf, in slow considered style,
raised up himself and in a while,
pensive over fear of error,
meekly in respectful terror,
to the knight replied thus-wise.
"Alas fair knight, nought did I see
of these fair knights of which thou ment'sht,
but I have not the sight so keen
that certain can I be.
My hearing tells me that thine horse
is newly shod and that, of course,
should indicate that had I heard
the horses, three say you, go by,
I would have known, you have my word."
The knight went right, not knowing why,
and in the distance soon did'st spy,
a hunter with his barking hound,
walking over stony ground,
and soon caught up with him.
"Sirrah! Hast thou seen this day,
this merry-sent St.Crispin's day,
three knights all fair and swift of steed?
Speak, man, for 'tis thine help I need;
my horse, alas, hads't cast an shoe
thus now I'm lost, and advise you
that if thou knowest where they went
say now, or ever you'll repent
this merry-sent St.Crispin's day"
The hunter, hushing down his hound,
looked guilty then, and to the ground,
muttered he, in trespass caught,
(and fearful he may face a fine),
thus so to please his only thought,
burbled out in double-time,
"Forsooth, fair knight, nought have I seen
--and looked I well, a hunter I--
of whither way these knights have been,
though fair of face, none turned my eye.
Would'st that they had, in truth indeed,
I surely woulds't their passing tell,
but nought of them, I humbly plead,
cans't I divulge, for fear of Hell."
At this the knight tight-reined his mare
then spun her round a turn or two.
Not knowing wither way to head
his horse reared up and cast a shoe!
The hunter hasty headed home,
his cur made off, as air turned blue.
Casting his helmet to the dust,
the knight loosed curses to the sun.
He scratched his hair, out billowed rust,
in rhetoric asked, (he was undone..)
"So where the fuck have they gone?"
tectak
2014
