Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

Waiting For My Lady

My lady sits at the water front alone, pondering her day.
I sit on my steed, guarding her counsel, in every way.
Across the water is the town where her subjects live.
I am one of them, they call me Sir Gallagher T. Bone Bive.

Puffy undeveloped clouds surround the moon peeking through.
I glance at my lady, wondering if she knows why or who.
We are waiting for, in this creepy watery almost grave.
I would like to get to the pub, but I am her knight, not a knave.

So I sit here patiently, feeling creepy under this sordid sky.
As she looks in the distance, and I have no inkling why.
Is it Sir Larry? Is that who she is waiting for tonight?
I hope not, for I know he went home with my sister, Delight.

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L Milton Hankins March 31, 2021 at 6:58 PM Another good one, Caren. I loved the rhymes, the flow, and the story. Mostly the story, which you are very good at telling! Caren Krutsinger March 31, 2021 at 7:14 PM Thank you. I do love rhymes! They are fun.

Robert Pettit March 30, 2021 at 7:41 PM I'm glad to see you post a rhyming poem here, and it's a good one. Caren Krutsinger March 31, 2021 at 7:14 PM Thank you Robert.