Brian Joseph Dickenson - Knight Of Old

I’m girding my loins for the war that’s begun It won’t be a bloody war. Just one in fun. I’ve picked up my sword; it’s a tad rusty But believe you me It’s ever so trusty. I’d be the Queen’s champion, If I had a Queen. But until I do, I can always dream. My armour, it’s battered; a little like me But I’ll fly my flag proudly, For the enemy to see. My horse is a donkey, but he doesn't know it. He’s covered in padding, So he doesn’t show it. I need someone now, help me into my saddle In the old days I could do it, With a jump and a straddle. But now I’m aboard, beware all you foe. Because from here on in You have nowhere to go. So stand your ground, let battle commence For those with no stomach They can sit on the fence. I hear the drums drumming, the air it is thrumming It’s hells own legions, It’s the enemy comingBrian Joseph Dickensonhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knight-of-old/