The Tale Of Sir Hugh

Sir Hugh was a vain Gentleman
Who strolled with airs and graces
Adorned with finest garmentry
All decked in silks and laces

The first in fashion was Sir Hugh
and spoken of quite finely
Until the day that poor Sir Hugh
Saw that piece of finery

A hat of such exaltedness
Brimmed with threads of gold
and on the top a feather
so beautiful to behold

Propped upon a pedestal
inside a tailors store
Sir Hugh wasted no time
In going through the door

But when sir Hugh Arrived
and found the Pedestal bare
He knew that he must find the hat
or forever be less fair

Hearing sounds of pleasantries
exchanged not far away
Sir Hugh spied the Tailor
and the hat-thief at play

Puffing out his chest
and whipping up his cane
Sir Hugh strolled oh so gallantly
So bravely and so vain

"Pardon me my dear sir but you hold something of mine,
You see that hat upon your head is ever so sublime"

"Pardeau, I cannot part with such a hat so great, so grand,
I've already paid the tailor, already shook his hand"

"But don't you know that only I can carry such a fashion?
It would be a scandal to act with this impassion!"

"You wound me sir, You wound me deep, dishonor is thy game
And so begone, begone you fop before my sword takes aim!"

"And so our swords will cross and to the victor goes the hat
Behind the tailors in the alley, what say you to that?"

Sir Hugh shook the hat-thiefs hand
and turned around so cheerful
to fetch his sword and win the hat
Never was he fearful

But Sir Hugh was a gentleman who chose the cane, not sword
And here Sir Hugh's tale sharply ends with Sir Hugh quickly gored.




Poetry by ttius
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Written on 2013-07-21 at 03:25

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Nathalia
Oh, my goodness, poor sir Hugh! :-)
2013-08-07