Merry England.
In days of old when knights were BoldAnd passions ran like fire
Maidens fair would brush their hair
And kneel before their squire
The peasants in the fields would toil
From dawn till light would fail
While castles cast their shadows long
And knights would don the mail
The courtyards rang with steel on steel
As they fought to prove their worth
The minstrels sang their tales of woe
And jesters danced with mirth
The dogs would roam the banquet hall
To scavenge from the floor
A picture of merry England
From a tapestry on the wall.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-05-07 at 09:20
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