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?