The Running Chestnut- Onomatopoetic

what a running chestnut sounds like when Parting ways with a damsel like the wind whoosh Naturally the gallant knight of the noble Anguish Languish Galloping in clip clop steed whinnying standing alone ready to take the blame audaciously in the crinkling face of smoke filled nose the dragon Roars vibrating the ears rearing an ugly wheezing head The hooting laughter hahaha hihihihi of passersby burping out who done its in midst of gaseous hissing fog blushing little lady long gone into silent retreat Ripping out loudly It was not the ribit ribit of a croaking frog with swooshing sword raised waving back and forth clearing the air taking brunt of insults you pig oink oink eschewed The clanging armor holds the dragon slain the stench quenched