The young knight
A handsome delight
Was polishing his armor
And thinking with ardor
About a young miss
Thought of her kiss
He thought the delivery
Would require chivalry
So he set up a rouse
Hoping she would choose
His sword for the fight
She’d observe his right
He’d enjoy the reward
Of a kiss not untoward
But soft and sweet
He dreamed of the treat
And off he went on his white steed
To service the young woman’s need.
The Bag Lady 
Very nice
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