One Lonely Musketeer

First read Jan Allisons, "One lonely musky tear"

One Lonely Musketeer

Tiss true I have me comrades
Men at arms, one for all and all for one
When it comes to love, seems I ride alone
A big nose of whiskey, the ladies seem to run
My sword may latch on to a knicker or two
Those lassies sure do run fast, they do
I serenade them with inebriated rhymes
They laugh and say I am out of me mind
I shall conquer armies on horse and sword
The thorn of the rose, and scorn of me mistress
Shall be my ultimate demise
One lonely Musketeer
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Yvonne Avatar
October 1, 2014 at 12:13 AM
I know Jan's write you did well Arthur.
Mcdaid Avatar
September 27, 2014 at 3:08 PM
beautifully painted piece
Callus Avatar
September 26, 2014 at 3:58 PM
Full marks to me for guessing what this write was all about as soon as I saw the title! (though for a moment I also thought of Maurice!). Full marks to you as well, Arthur for bringing a smile to my face. // paul
A. Sharma Avatar
September 26, 2014 at 11:39 AM
loved ur superb write Arthur! All smiles ,, hugs !
Nance Avatar
September 26, 2014 at 7:05 AM
I love it when you serenade with your inebriated rhymes :) xx
Manassian Avatar
September 26, 2014 at 5:08 AM
Oh....dear....I'll join your pity party...Just...keep your sword sheathed! ;)
Allison Avatar
September 26, 2014 at 2:48 AM
Arthur this is hilarious - thanks for making me smile - I've just read Tim's sad lyric and now i am laughing again:-) Hugs Jan xxx
Smith Avatar
September 25, 2014 at 10:40 PM
The right one will come along and join you in a couplet along with a snifter .....until then swing your sword high and mighty...your whiskey smooth and strong....your poetry great and lovely....your lassies all night long
Vaso Avatar
October 3, 2014 at 10:59 PM
The "right" one did come along and its her that had the sword and now my heart is in her fridge!!!!
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