one day upon the jousting field

one day upon the jousting field
2/18/2008

I went one day and watched a tilt
between two brave and fearsome knights:
One big, strong Brit real sturdy-built,
One handsome Celt dressed in his kilt.

Their horses on the field did prance,
majestic, wondrous, thrilling sight!
and each man brave to take his chance
did stand up tall and grab his lance.

The horses whinnied, pawed, and neighed
and one fell cry began that fight.
In their saddles the two men swayed
as nearby maidens gasped and prayed.

A hoofy rumble, thundrous pass
a crashy splinter, crowd's delight!
And both were thrown down hard, alas,
and landed each upon the grass.

The Celt, he rolled--we thought him dead,
he gave us all an awful fright.
His kilt flung high above his head
turned all the maidens' faces red.

The Brit stood up and raised his sword
which glinted in the noonday light.
The crowd appreciation roared
as of the field he seemed the lord.

He puffed and smiled, his chest did swell
to show off his unfailing might.
But then an awful plight befell:
down to his feet his trousers fell!

Their goods exposed, the skirted Celt
and pantsless Brit both turned ghost-white.
The crowd laughed loud at what fate dealt
through lack of underwear and belt.

One of my writing goals for 2008 is to write at least one light verse or poem every week in addition to my haiku wednesday and fiction friday posts. I will try to do this on Mondays.