Ode to Laryngitis
Ode to Laryngitis
© 2005 George Reed
So what’s the row? Wherefore the cry of pitchfork wielding rabble…
I did not know he was a knight when mocking all his prattle…
He just looked at me and said quite low in a voice I’ll not forget…
“You’re a fighter, yes? Excellent….Your challenge I accept!”
We stood upon the list field, then, I fumbling with a cop…
He noted well my newbie stance and let his heater drop…
Circling, I took a swing…and missed…He tightened up a tether…
I swung a thrice…he parried all…commenting on the weather…
I attacked and hit his leg…but as we shifted round…
He made his one and only thrust….I presently fell down…
The knight so kindly helped me up—I acknowledged him my better…
He smiles and thanked and asked me to just put that in a letter…
Departing the field, I bumped his second…my sweaty eyes so runny…
I did not recognize his grace when mentioning the garb looked funny…
Such words I’d find I’d soon regret, for nothing would he let…
Concern him as he kindly said, “Your challenge I accept….”
Meanwhile on the battlefield marshals gathered ‘round…
To watch a newbie fighter die and lose a dozen pounds…
It isn’t that I try to be churlish, rude, and low…
But every time my mouth gets hold, I’m dodging someone’s blows…
I spend near half my tournaments on wrong end of a sword…
And the other fixing dents provided by some gracious lord…
Please hear me gods of mercy, ere again I fall…
If I can’t speak pleasantly, don’t let me talk at all…
Posted: December 29th, 2005 under Songs.
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