Dainty Vials of Nectar

Dreaming of verdant meadows and amber acreage flush on the banks of a dazzling blue lake's ridge Jousting with villains for the hand of fair damsels or expounding the writ close by the chancel Forsooth, verily, indeed and indubitably though others kvetch and moan lugubriously Verily, forsooth, by my troth and a tad convolutedly I've plied my trade unfailingly jubilantly Always meant to be a poet from the age of nine ~ crafting dainty vials of nectar with zesty grape wine