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 hold my coke and left the site.
I think this is a pretty good story to write.