“Who goes there?” He shouted loudly
Sitting on his steed so proudly
“Are you a king’s knight in good stead
Surely not a beggar for bread
Permission is not allowed ye.”
Serving my master devoutly
He sent me here from the foundry
Believe me, please don’t take my head.
“Who goes there?”
Sir, I approach you so cowedly
I know my look may be dowdy
I beseech you, my master said
To bring you this sword made of lead.
“I say, my hearing’s quite cloudy,
Who goes there?”
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The Bag Lady 
You’ve done a fantastic job with the form! Love it!
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Good to hear, it was a challenge!
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Lead? That would not last long …. hehe Cheers Jamie
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You are multi faceted 😳 how you can change styles so easily amazes me 😊
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This was a challenge, Rondel, French style poem. It is a challenge, don’t know if I passed muster😉
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Indeed you have 🏆
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