Morals in Escrow

Upon the morrow, I will die. Under a borrow, I will lie. In ancient times, They are of old. Pretty good rhymes, Are often told. This is a story, Of a knight. Who went through gory, Times of blight. He went up to a castle, High upon the hill. They gave him quite a hastle, To be the only kill. A madam in distress, High up in a tower. Hoping to gain a mistress, He brought to her a flower. He then did save her life, From an evil villain. Gave to him his knife, To stop all of his killin. That concludes this tail, That has now been told, Do not stand and wail, This is all of old. Upon the morrow, I will die. Under a borrow, I will lie. In ancient times, They are of old. Pretty good rhymes, Are often told. This is a story, Of a knight. Who went through gory, Times of blight. Across the land, And to the sea. He lost his hand, To the three. These three great men, They are the foe. That one with sin, Must undergo. To clear your soul, Of all the bad. And reach your goal, With God not mad. Did he this, Down to the last. He did not miss, He made it fast. These three they would, Not ever die. Nor if they could, Ever lie. These three will rise, Once he leaves. To live their lives, And rake there leaves. Until another, Comes to them. Risking what his mother, Has gave to him. Upon the morrow, I will die. Under a borrow, I will lie. In ancient times, They are of old. Pretty good rhymes, Are often told. This is a story, Of a knight. Who went through gory, Times of blight.Dont ask. i just sat down one day and it all came out in a couple of minutes. Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 01:49 PM PST   0 • 10