Day 21: Some Old Poetry

Knights of intrepidity

Galloping through the city

On their steeds true

To the massive hullabaloo

(Caused by the evil crown

Named Atticus Brown).

The good king decreed

That he be keyed

Behind a lock

Of old great Bok.

And Atticus Brown

Lost his crown

And stayed in jail

And drank sour ale

For the rest of his long life.

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The sky is blue.

The grass is green.

There are clouds too,

But that's not all I've seen.

The leaves are turning yellow.

It is getting cold.

It makes me want to bellow,

Because summer's getting old.