Charade

 

Tilting at windmills is where you’ll find me

I really just don’t like to fight.

I have no idea how this came to be,

But here I am dressed as a knight!

 

I know that my father, and my uncles too

Were shining examples of might

I seem to be cut from a different cloth

I just can’t get over my fright

 

I thought if I left for some foreign place

My fear would be hidden in movement

And maybe in time I would not be disgraced

I simply must make some improvement

 

A windmill might not be a danger to me

If I don’t get close to the blades

But I can pretend that it isn’t our friend

And carry on the charade

 

I’m starting to like this Crusade!

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