Knights in Blue Denim

Now knights of old were dressed in steel
all mockerd up from head to heel
protection from the bow an arra
sends a chill inter me marra

joisting was the sport of the day
many a man died this way
impaled upon a twelve foot spike
or cleaved into with the pike

but modern knights are dressed in jeans
differant ways with differant means
they'll kill you just the same you know
through the courts the way to go

on there heads they wear a wig
to them a battle is just a gig
the pen being mightier than the sword
its all ter do with the writen word

they know there foes they strike with fear
heart felt blows bring on a tear
a summing up is there death nell
a cut and thrust at your outer shell

no blood is spilt up on the floor
no limbs impaled or mucles tore
just the judges closing speech he makes
a knight in blue jeans your life he takes

Baldric

CHALLENGE

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