A Formidable Knight
He was a formidable knight, young Crusader Jim.
The ladies of the kingdom were afraid of him
When summoned to his lair, they were slow to go.
Afraid they would not return for he was a show.
The other knights of the castle had tried to befriend him
But he was a lone wolf, this fierce being dubbed Jim.
He sat in the corner ‘til was the army’s turn to fight
Running to danger with every ounce of his might.
He was scary and dangerous, this champion of the queen.
Stories of his exploits were well known; he was brutally mean.
He did not mind slashing you to ribbons or cutting off your head.
He was vicious and ruthless, everywhere including the bed.
So if he summons you to come hither, my girl, make an escape.
Put on a cloak and run swiftly into the forest, saving your nape.
Young Crusader Jim is brutal, a killer, a murderer, a lout.
Keep your eyes down not making eye contact if you want to get out.
If you are a knight from another kingdom not far away,
Matched up in battle, stay away from this silver and gray.
He will slash you and stab you and lop off your head.
You will be brutally slain and rather promptly be dead.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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