Rudyard Kooistra on
13 hours ago
Ye Tale Of Brave Sir Moppalot
I wasn’t quite there yet
So this story is told second hand
Of the bravest and noblest knight
To ever gallop over this land
He was sitting quietly at home
When a neighbour just down the street
Knocked on the castle door
To advise him to get on his feet
A princess in need of his help
Had called out his name in the night
Sunday 17th May 2020 12:26 pm
I had miles to go before I sleep
Endless bindings to break and keep;
Know a knight stops at nothing, but
Prairies and lakes for my horse to feed.
Through blizzards high and deserts dry
Rain that echoed of homesick cry,
I rode through them all
Yet, at the riverside I put up a stall.
On the edge of the river eternal,
You stood, evidence of the supernal,
Like a piece of star brig...
Monday 15th October 2018 5:27 am
"Nice to see you
To see you nice".
Tip-tapping in waistcoats;
On the noble steed that is
Wielding his chin
Like a sabre,
And winning the nation's
That's the name of the game".
He's not a king,
Queen or Jack.
He's not even "higher
Or lower" - he's a knight!
Knight of t...
Thursday 20th October 2011 3:44 pm