“Sir Cumference” by Chris Owen

4 Comments

 

 

Sir Cumference had, like many knights,

An appetite for fame,

And figured it was time he joined

The dragon slaying game.

 

He told himself, ‘It’s what knights do,

And how hard can it be?

I have the horse, the lance, the shield.

I don’t need a degree.’

 

So, he steered his mare towards the West,

Or was it t’ward the North?

‘No matter,’ said Sir Cumference,

‘I’ll just continue forth.’

And off he went…

 

Through the forest, o’er the hill,

‘cross the mountain pass until,

There upon the path were stacks

Of what he thought were…

 

‘Dragon tracks!’ Sir Cumference cried,

‘The monster must be near.

If I continue on this route, the beast will soon appear.’

So off he trotted…

 

Through the forest, o’er the hill,

‘cross the mountain pass until

Clearly, there came into view

The tracks of…

 

‘Dragon Number Two!’ Sir Cumference yelled,

‘That beastie has a friend.

Two dragons for the price of one are hiding round this bend.’

So off he cantered…

 

Through the forest, o’er the hill,

‘cross the mountain pass until

On the path appeared to be

The tracks of …

 

‘Dragon Number Three!’ Sir Cumference cheered,

‘This is my lucky day.

If I continue on this path, three dragons I will slay.’

So off he raced…

 

Through the forest, o’er the hill,

‘cross the mountain pass until

There upon the path he saw

The tracks of…

 

‘Dragon Number Four!’ Sir Circumference whooped,

‘There can be no mistaking

That lurking round this corner lie more dragons for the taking.’

So off he galloped…

 

Through the forest, o’er the hill,

Sir Cumference rode like thunder,

Till on the mountain pass he seemed to realise his blunder.

 

‘For many miles I’ve searched in vain,

But now it’s plain to see,

There are no dragons up ahead.

They must be chasing me!’

 

Sir Cumference turned his steed about

To quickly double back.

Then, with his lance and shield in hand,

Sped off along the track.

 

Alas, for our befuddled knight,

The truth was never found,

For blinded by ambition he

Just kept on going round and round and round and round and round and round…

 

4 thoughts on ““Sir Cumference” by Chris Owen

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s