Sir Gutz: knight of the middlin’ sort

166 07 July 31st 2016

oh sweet Jesus, I thought, looking at my chain mail. Then looking at me.

Too many nights at the ale house; too many pasties; too many trenchers.

Oh, if I’d only taken up Sally and Molly’s offers more often, their beds so warm, and inviting.

Or pursued Rosie who only pretended, I was sure, to be chaste to be chased.

And now the King had called all to arms from the lowest peasant with his pitchfork on up the ranks of knights of the King’s Chamber.

And me – somewhere in the middle of the ranks – and very rank in the middle.

Page, my armor and some grease, yes grease!

 

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction – another excellent photograph. I decided to have some fun with it. Poor Sir Gutz.

And congratulations about the new laptop! That’s fantastic news!

 

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