A KNIGHTS TALE
Born but a pauper,
A poor man’s boy.
Yet; with an inner determination,
No amount of poverty could destroy.
His greatest wish,
Within his heart and head.
Was to play on the field,
Where only nobility tread.
Against all the odds,
The paupers son fought imaginative foe.
Determined to overcome the odds,
As he continued to grow.
His skills though awkward,
And laughed at by some,
Only improved,
As time would come.
In disguise he would prove his worth.
Despite the status of his birth.
Soon the honor of knight,
Upon him was bestowed.
He then conquered all
Winning the gold.
Gold twas not his only conquest.
He also won the heart,
Of the lovely princess.
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