| 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? |