A Chauvinistic Ode
A Chauvinistic Ode
Written: by Tom Wright
1999
In days of old,
When Knights were bold,
And shuddered at the thought of laundry;
You could look around,
And nowhere was found,
A Knight such as me in this quandary;
But that olden day,
When Knights had final say,
Was before N.O.W. appeared on the scene;
Now the Maids dictate,
While Knight's vociferate,
It's a rock and our armor we're between.
Then, young maids would shriek,
As they trouped to the creek,
To beat clothes between two rocks;
It now sounds real sad,
But surely wasn't that bad,
Because then Knight's didn't wear socks.
However, in those Medieval days,
On her Knight she'd heap praise,
Her protectorate and true bread winner;
But now from work she returns,
And for yesteryear yearns,
Greeted by, "Sugar Plum, What's for dinner"?
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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