Stanley went on his way, with his undead friend in toe.
Nothing to do with a dead man, his mind was struck with woe.
The dead and living had little wealth together.
To obtain some gold he would need to be clever.
Deciding to chat with his recently dead friend.
Keeping him here, the afterlife would soon send.
Oh did Stanley ask many a question.
So many desires he just needed a lesson.
He asks Sir Neal about the place they head.
It is not for the faint heart, that's what he said.
The journey would be long, towards the city of trading.
It would have been easier if they were sailing.
To lighten the mood Stanley offered a pittance.
For a fraction of his life, he spoke of a past of good riddance.
Weaving a long tale of loss and pain.
A life simple and harsh and yet he did gain.
He spoke of his mother, the epitome of fury.
To their family, she was both judge and indeed a jury.
Ruling their lives with an iron fist.
She endeavoured to make life perfect, she did insist.
Yet despite all the woe, she did sow.
He would take back all the words he said, to the past he would go.
Despite her control, she did love us indeed.
The children she raised that father did seed.
Stanley did wish he could see them again.
Though sticking to the past wasn't really that sane.
His mother's cherished touch minus the slaps to the head.
He doesn't mean to be morbid but they were indeed dead.
No, he did not kill them but understands why you would think.
With death and the undead, he had shared a drink.
But these events were long past and not wanting to drone on.
He asked Sir Neal if his life would carry on.
The knight replied with not but a shrug.
To lift his spirits Stanley gave him a hug.
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The Adventures Of Stanley - Narrative Poem
PoetryThe 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.
