a poem by Peter Knuckley
If I had a castle I'd feel like a Knight,
protecting the village people on my stead so shiny and white.
I would take on a rescue quest to save our fair lady,
hacking through the wood so dark and so shady.
With my sword aloft, the dragon I would slay
to get to the cave he was guarding in the way.
With our lady untied and awoken from her sleep,
and safely returned to my castle and my keep.
The King bestode a medal for the lady I did save
thanks to my castle making me so brave