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[deckardcanine]

This is the last poem I'm writing for the one-week challenge. It's been fun enough that I think I'll write poems once a week from now on.

A knight in white armor was roaming his manor.
He held a pole upright as if for a banner.
He entered the hallway, his face newly cleaned—
And there on the floor was a dastardly fiend.

Its fur was unkempt and it smelled rank.
It lay there unmoving, as flat as a plank.
It stretched a great length and was almost as wide.
This beast, thought the knight, had no business inside.

He hissed that the creature need not lie in wait,
For now he would tear it to pieces in hate.
He crouched for a moment, then dove at his foe,
With his blades lashing out both above and below….

The melee concluded abruptly in light
Of a towering spectator watching the fight.
The giant was friendly, and yet all the same,
Our hero retired from battle in shame.

The beast he’d been thrashing was only a rug.
It seemed a step down from him chasing a bug.
Exhausted, the knight licked his silky white fur,
Lay down for a catnap, and started to purr.

Comments

[thatcatgirl.livejournal.com]

Hehe! Nice setup.