spwilcen
Poor Joan, high towered damsel, much in distress,
Felt need of knight errant her rescue to press.
Spying a royal page at the tall tower’s base,
Joan bideth him, “Make me public. Oh, do thee make haste!”
Thus, through shire and through ward, no time he did waste.
This page of Joan’s virtues so well extolled,
News drew thither men steadfastly brave and carelessly bold.
What gallant young sire would not be impressed:
Learnt of fair maiden, ample of chest?
Yet lo! These of her charms were not nigh the best!
Many didst try and many didst fail
To release fair young damsel from her odious jail.
‘Til came Sir Gwaine, handsome and brave, from County McBeth.
But he exclaimed while fleeing the maiden, he ashen as death,
“Sooner kiss a dragon than that lady fair! Ye gods! It’s her breath!”
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We suspect the page quite the spin doctor. No, wait! How could he know? He only did as he was told.
Sir Gwaine, we understand, retired from Knight Gallantry, ROYOEK.
Joan, seeing the faithful page as the only available man upon her release from the tower, declared him her betrothed.
Said page, we last heard, was a corporal in some Foreign Legion.
Hate stories where they don’t explain “happily ever after.”
© spwilcenski 2021
Originally in spwilcenwrites “Damsel Distressed – October 23, 2021”
Royal Order of Ye Olde Errant Knights?
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