Walk down the aisle, and step to it please!
You'll soon bring me down to my knobby knees!
I'm not as spry as you still seem to be,
Once upon a time I was you; but be
It from time, or the horrors of the world,
I've since then been beat down, from heaven hurled.
I don't blame anyone for my own faults,
For inside my cavernous heart, where vaults
Of gold do glitter like the stars at night,
I've got a few tales that fill me with light.
And if you hurry down and let me sit
Then you may listen to this old half wit;
But whatever you do, hurry up, please!
I wont be the only one on his knees...
Trove of Wit, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012
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