The knight was shining

up the hill

he had no way

nor seek, nor ill

he chicked and chewed

puked and spewed

what was at fault?

the dinner hall or riders fall

into that pile of poo?

he neverminds, and again climbs

onto the steed with grace

the wild thing looked back at him

and held a steady pace

it thought “Oh no, my plans have failed,

still he lives!”

How his back had ailed!

but it trudged on to keep motives hidden

so later on, the knight would

forget he had ridden

on the back of a man