|Somewhere in time,
He had a plain old job - a baker man,
In the day he kneaded, molded and sweat
In the night he dreamt,
He was a knight in paper armour.
Saw the world in distress,
Drought, hunger, mindless wars…
He wanted to fight injustice, save the
helpless, right many wrongs,
But he was only a knight in paper armour.
On his street, there was this beauty,
A waitress and a budding writer,
Who held no pretenses and down to earth
They met on his doughnut run, she smiled,
like an earthly angel
|He was speechless, he was blue.
Night after night he thought he would
do some amazing thing,
Prove to her, a hero,
but all he could see and smell,
was flour and baking scents.
One day he decided to approach her,
With a fanciful tale in mind,
About the world he saved,
two blocks away.
Stammered and slowly he told
She laughed at him, and spoke
“I don’t need a knight in shiny armour,
I want the boy with a heart of gold.”
So I ask you, lucky reader,
Are you a knight in paper armour?