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Dulcinea always Dulcinea
I am the knight-errant, he sang in a loud excited way.
riding his horse Rocinante, each and every day.
his pot-bellied friend Sancho Panza continued to stay.
even though tricks were played on them here and far away.
my dear Dulcinea will be around the next corner Quixote sang.
his voice was confident, his verses happy, his melody ring rang.
his squire Sancho drummed his donkey’s saddle with a bang.
Dulcinea again, always Ducinea, this made him think “dang!”
she will reside past the windmills, Don Quixote predicted.
his sidekick wanted to believe, but they were both often trickt-ed.
the gentleman from La Mancha and his sidekick did not know
their story was touted as the first novel, and soon made into a show.
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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