. . . or a song from his faire Lady
Magniloquent knight
of gentle birth
and nobly bred to arms
my chivalrous
champion servant rides
with short diagonal strides . . .
. . . a
cavalier quixotic
all too fond of Spanish grog
he waves
his trusty sword
at the windmill
in the fog
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