The Tale of Poetry Soup Forest

There's a defender among us, a friend who never surrenders or concedes No thief is he, who offers encouragement to people with his kind deeds A rapscallion, devoted to negativity, brings gloom to Poetry Soup Forest, a site near a troll bridge where scoundrels live. To this, many will attest! To lay hold of the poetry kingdom, yon sheriff set a price upon the head of the well-loved hero, Sir Kindness and his loyal band, so it's been said Oh, disgruntled one of what crime do ye think Sir Kindness a criminal? The scoundrel blubbered a bit and said, "I'll find one that's subliminal." A sinister smile played across her lips as her crazed demeaner grew weird "Nay," the cry from many supporters, "Sir Kindness is not to be feared!" He only bites the butts of those who try to make blameless poets cry Never would he hurt the innocent; only hypocrites who continue to lie News from the forest says there are lots of disguises worn in the realm, behind masked faces and fake identities, they ambush among the elm I cannot expose the reprobates' names, although if I had my druthers. I'd ban them from Poetry Soup Forest, away from my sisters and brothers Little John, the giant, knows the wicked games they desire to play Tuck, the gentle Friar, said they should get on their knees and pray "Sir Kindness is not the one to blame for the injuries done in our wood but I know who is because I saw them acting like they're from the hood!" Will Scarlet gasped and lost his breath when he realized what he'd said I guess those mean dudes will be mad, so they'll hunt me til I'm dead." Tuck scratched his head, trying very hard to figure out what Will meant "Hmmm," he said then mumbled, "Those charlatans have need to repent" Twas no secret in the forest, the haughties were not as people thought They frown as if being hounded, but the corrupt ones have been caught Tis true the madame, long gone a maiden, reminisces of decades past She's better known as Negative Nelly, a Barbarian who likes to lambast Will Scarlet, handsomest of the lot, swore an oath that the tale is true, but don't ask him how he knew, for he'd just wink and say "Whoo hoo!" This story continues, for Sir Kindness still lives within the forest glades, and the villains still wish to put him down with pencil-sharpened blades The moral to this story is...Wait! There is no moral point worth making, no boundaries to be taken and no territories for anyone to be staking These characters may be make believe. I'll let you decide on your own Bigots in Poetry Soup Forest won't stop a bulldog from chewing his bone Sir Kindness and those who believe in him are exactly where they belong. The forest should be fun for everyone, as long as they do nothing wrong.