Stanley went on his way, with his deeds all far behind.
The road beneath his feet, he stomped and stamped in kind.
He thought of where he could go, most locations are quite far.
But with one foot in front of the other, he heads to the bazaar.
It was a place his father once told him, a place visited by kings.
His father was not a pleasant man, heavy-handed in most things.
Despite the fact, he banged the maid, his mother did not care.
As she was visiting a young guard and that totally seems quite fair.
I'm not sure who my father is, but at this point, it doesn't matter.
Halfway down the road, thine eye's have pulled across and the scene did not flatter.
Two men in plate armour clashed with fury and clatter.
Perplexed by the brawl of these noble knights.
Stanley stood back his eyes all alight.
He sat down in the centre of this long dirt road.
Taking out some jerky, he sat like a short toad.
Watching the festivities as if it were a play.
It was akin to the theatre, his smile wide and gay.
He watched the two men killing each other.
He wanted to place bets, but there was indeed no other.
Their spar did rise to a mighty crescendo.
The knight all in black sliced and cut, crafting a meat window.
The knight all in silver slumped to the ground he did lie.
But old Stanley did sigh for he bet on that guy.
He now owed himself fifty gold coins.
A debt he now had and now must atone.
However could gain such a large and tight sum.
It no longer matter for the knight has now come.
Seizing young Stanley with ruthless intent.
Ranting and raving with so much wrath spent.
Fearing for his life he pulled out a keepsake.
Dangling the medallion it was time for a wake.
The black knight looks down his face all confused.
For the dead now rise, ready to be used.
The silver knight that lay, strewn on the ground.
His body now risen, his soul now bound.
The knight turned to face, the one he defeated.
Who stabbed him in the face, for his life is not needed.
The knight lay dead killed by a dead man.
But dear old Stanley with no other plan.
Greeted his new friend with glee on his face.
The dead silver knight just grunted in place.
Stanley did smile, he found a new friend.
Perhaps he can borrow money, he surely won't spend.
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The Adventures Of Stanley - Narrative Poem
ΠοίησηThe strange and wacky adventure of good old medieval peasant Stanley Woodson. Follow along on his epic poetic journey across the land, getting into all manner of strange situations.
