A Knights Tale
The Knight didst e'spy the maiden fair
As she sat amongst the poppies red
She'd wide blue eys and golden hair
Her Beauty filled his heart with dread.
He knew that gazing on her shape
Would tempt him from his faithfull steed
He longed on her his body to drape
Upon her tender nipples feed.
He came upon her silently He took her gently in his arms
He led her down behind the wall
He didst shower her, his Knightly charms.
He loudly howled his mating call.
Dressed and mounted on his horse
He rode and left her standing there
A knight maybe, no gentleman of course.
He soon forgot the maiden fair.
She soon began to show her sin
Her belly grew by two and a half
She did not care or think of him.
And in Spring she birthed a Heiffer calf.
Robin A Spicer (c) 10th September 2004
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What do we learn from this: Let's stay away from knights.
Good one.