Ballard of Sir Knight and Lady Gaye..(not exactly politically correct)

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wrote this in about 10 minutes during a particularly silly dateless time....my best friend, who is gay, loves it, but if you are offended please know that it is meant only in fun.....

ballard of sir knight and lady gaye....

oh, my knight in shining armor, resplendant in the sun, appears on yon horizon- hark, here's another one!

egads! two fellow squires approach,

one more is on his way- i'm simply so excited to behold this wondrous day.

woe, one is pretty ugly; another pair are mute- thankyou lord and save the king,

the remaining one is cute!

distantly he glimmered, regally serene-

my heart was pounding zealously, imagining the scene..

closer to our moment, and the hamlet he did ride-

my knees were weakly wobbly, as if melting from inside.

but, though he rode in my direction on his journey toward my heart, and i prepared to greet him,

he halted, with a start!

virgin armor sparkled against a beard as white as snow,

and i craved an opportunity to simply let him know,

that i dreamed about him often,

this knight so strong and good, as any little girl would do and every damsel should...

limpid eyes were piercing blue pathways to my soul;

it seemed delicious conquest

was his one essential goal.

thus, i unfurled my arms in greeting, prepared for warm embrace,

but he continued onward,

blank expression on his face!

i mused, perhaps he's lonely,

or just more lost than found,

so i called to him, "yo handsome!"

(and he promptly turned around)

"my lord," i stammered shyly-

"i've been expecting you." "you're my knight in shining armor- now my lonely days are through!"

"you are so very near before me, and here you shall remain, until you coax that steed my way, and reveal your given name, then hoist me high aside you- we'll away and ride along, and we'll be forever blissful in a world thats filled with song!"

well........

dead silence as he pondered, and returned my glance, with glare...( it was readily apparent, we weren't going anywhere...)

"young woman!", he barked haughtily, "you're directly in my path." " now do at once be gone with you, or incur my fiery wrath!"

poor me in shock and squalor, sank speechless to the mud, as that brazen cad rode past me, amidst equine hoofbeat thud..

hmpph! i paused with disbelief, how dare that arrogant blade,

make mincemeal of the dreams i have, and all the plans i've made!

still waxing melencholy, i pursued his ardent glare, to a sleepy patch of meadow, bathed in mountain air....

dusting off my backside, and gathering up my skirt, i discovered no real injuries ( it was just my pride that hurt...)

so, muddied now, and muddled, i watched the foolish knight..what followed did amaze me and gave me quite a fright!

it was then his stoick stature, turned into love struck gaze, which settled on a shepherd boy, who had brought his sheep to graze!

he heaved him to the saddle, with a smirk, risque and coy, then giggled as a schoolgirl would, enraptured with a boy!

and as they cantered by me, to continue on their way, it suddenly occurred to me,

my "precious" knight, was gay!

denial not withstanding, i was seized (again) by shock. knee deep in mud and sheep poop, i stared, as did the flock.

wide eyed, the shepherd faltered, then weakly forced a wave, and glazed with admiration, departed with the knave...

on toward the vast horizon, this odd twosome galloped along, and all that could think was that i needed to be strong...

still, hope held a grasp within me (less dignity and grace), and i've regaled the tale to no one, that i may save some face..

i do contemplate it often, but still shudder at the thought, ( since a bunkmate to sir fruitfly, i certainly am not!)

even on especially tough days, when i am all alone, i recall, with heaping happiness, my dignity, i own...

and anyway, who needs them?

a maid might go insane!

(though i'm hopeful for the future and a decent loving swain)

although my budding lovelife has completely gone astray and i vowed a solemn promise to not ever forget that day, at this moment i am stymied- perhaps i've lost my mind-

though i know it's temporary, this "manless" peace, is kind.

eventually, when i'm able, i'll seek horizons of my own, and reap happy, loving benefits from the seeds which i have sown, which is a small expanse of meadow, though the crop was sure and strong, and ultimately perrenial; a sweet, yet valiant throng, who have taught a special lesson, which is, although theres pain, its never too encompassing not to try again...

so, whether he has polkadots, tattered armor thick with rust, or an oddly fashioned skeleton and libido laced with lust, i will, with love, accept him, exactly as he is, and be proud to be his lady- an old fashioned modern ms.

however, at the moment, or this timeframe anyway, although i know the right knight will be traveling my way, the sheep and i are left now, to make the most of our time, and believe me, i am grateful, sir fruitfly isn't mine. not that i am prejudiced, since what will be will be, but one must admit amazement , had it occurred to thee!

well, you win some and you lose some...

it's simply a matter of course, though should they pass my way again, i'm going for the horse!

written by : martha crowninshield o'brien december 1991

ROTFLOL!!

You know, my good riding buddy had a poem, in German, on here horse's stall door.

Translated, it goes:

Beautiful women and good horses,

To have/keep them is expensive,

If you have to choose between the two,

Choose horses, they are more faithful! (sie sind treuer)!

Specializes in cardiac, diabetes, OB/GYN.

That is so funny! I swear I never knew about THAT poem! Thaks!

The irony of it all was that her husband bought her the placard with the poem, and HE was the one being unfaithful! They are now divorced, and he's married to his long time girlfriend.

It would have been better if the poem were written from the femal perspective, as yours was.

Specializes in cardiac, diabetes, OB/GYN.

That is so funny!

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