a cheeky poem in the Paladin series. Inspired by the thoughts in a Sauna.
And found a princess there
Her eyes were the colour of cinnamon
And dark was her hair
And she sang a song of reverie
An etude sweet and light
But when she saw my torso bare
She said I'd like a bite
Of what appears a real brave man
A hero strong and true
A rider for that Charlamagne
Is there nothing I can do
Oh yes sweet miss of course there is
Just let me tie my horse
You could sing a song of reverie
But I know a better course
Lets you and I discard our clothes
And find a little corner
Within the confines of these woods
Where we can build a Sauna
Then with red hot coals and water prime
We can set our hearts a winging
I will touch you with such gentleness
And you'll give up on the singing
Oh no kind sir she said to me
Please don't think me rotten
If we do it on the boards you see
They tend to burn your bottom
No we must find a leafy glade
A place without divinity
And you can lay me gently down
I will have of your virginity
And every night when the moon is bright
You might believe us crackered
We made love by the stars above
And ended up quite knackered
Though I tried to leave on many an eve
The lure of this Sylven corner
I wouldst my quest out to the west
Had naught to do with Sauna
For twas the thought of birch you see
That robbed me of my senses
I should have stuck to the task in hand
And forgot those Sauna wenches
For when my tale is finally told
There is nothing I can hide
A Paladin brought to his knees
By his long and lasting ride
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-07-10 at 15:46
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Paladins Last Ride by M.A.Meddings
I wandered in the WildernessAnd found a princess there
Her eyes were the colour of cinnamon
And dark was her hair
And she sang a song of reverie
An etude sweet and light
But when she saw my torso bare
She said I'd like a bite
Of what appears a real brave man
A hero strong and true
A rider for that Charlamagne
Is there nothing I can do
Oh yes sweet miss of course there is
Just let me tie my horse
You could sing a song of reverie
But I know a better course
Lets you and I discard our clothes
And find a little corner
Within the confines of these woods
Where we can build a Sauna
Then with red hot coals and water prime
We can set our hearts a winging
I will touch you with such gentleness
And you'll give up on the singing
Oh no kind sir she said to me
Please don't think me rotten
If we do it on the boards you see
They tend to burn your bottom
No we must find a leafy glade
A place without divinity
And you can lay me gently down
I will have of your virginity
And every night when the moon is bright
You might believe us crackered
We made love by the stars above
And ended up quite knackered
Though I tried to leave on many an eve
The lure of this Sylven corner
I wouldst my quest out to the west
Had naught to do with Sauna
For twas the thought of birch you see
That robbed me of my senses
I should have stuck to the task in hand
And forgot those Sauna wenches
For when my tale is finally told
There is nothing I can hide
A Paladin brought to his knees
By his long and lasting ride
Poetry by lastromantichero
Read 555 times
Written on 2006-07-10 at 15:46
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