Sweet Francine

Sweet Francine Sweet Francine if you were Queen I’d be your Knight in Armor I’d fight for you, to self be true You lovely little charmer. If deadly peril crossed our path My sword would clear the way Fight to the death and laugh Though death might find a way In any fight this poor knight Will carry yes your banner Prove true blue, in any fight Approve you, hope my manner. But dying there upon the lance I can look up and smile The charming lady passes by But drops her head awhile … Don Johnson 20-may-11 And lying here with broken spear, the lance lodged in my chest, my blood does flow, darkness comes n goes my love gives her last caress... Yes Linda Marie,,, my words get tangled up with fiction... of foolish knights ... chain mail the fights... but the lance fixes his affliction.... xo Don