Old King Cole had an army of ten,
with an army of twelve to fight.
He called for his sword and he called for his plan, then
his three captains came in fright.
'We have no plan," the first one said,
"but we hope to remedy that."
"We would have walked, but I say instead
that we all ride in on a cat."
"That won't work," the second digressed,
"our weapons are faulty, I'll bet."
"Swords are no match for what we faced
the last time this foe was met."
The third captain said, with an impish smirk,
"Our mounts and our blades are fine."
"The only plan which will truly work
is sneaking up on them from behind."
King Cole thought to himself for a while,
then he explained their approach.
'We'll crush this foe with neither weapon nor guile.
Is it so hard to step on a roach?"
Author notes
My most well-written poem yet.
Comments
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very nice and light hearted, very well written, thank you for sharing x
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haaha (:
this a very good right!
made me laugh.
great rhyming, great style. -
lmao !!!
wow this is so good so very good... an awesum rhyming and wonderfull flow!!
a great poet you are !!!
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