One Night


If my memory serves me right,

I was out one night,

upon the sky, I saw a great light,

with all his might, shining up bright,

like a handsome charming knight, given the right to fight,

holding his sword tight, telling his enemy to do him right.

So I pondered upon my sight,

giggled and murmured, “I think my imagination is quite all right.”

Suddenly a stranger tapped on my shoulder and asked, “Are you alright?”

And I burst out “I am a knight born to fight! Today you must treat me right!”

The stranger jumped up in fright,

then I held my coke and left the site.

I think this is a pretty good story to write.


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