The Perfect Knight by Peggy Weed

Once lived a tall and gallant knight;

Yclept he was Sir Battledore.

He rescued maidens from their plight

As knights need must in times of yore.

His ebon locks to shoulders fall;

They match the color of his eyes.

Whene’er he storms a castle wall

His foe must always yield, and dies.

A maiden fair he loved and wooed;

He pledged to her his life and heart.

But Lady Madge rebuffed his suit,

Declared that he should quick depart.

The reason for her cruel slight?

He was a dark and stormy knight.

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