Poetry

There once was a time called the Middle Ages
A time of dungeons, of caves and of cages
Of warriors and battles, of Knights and of Horses
And Sorcerors and Demons and wild witches’ curses
The Inquisition happened to be in this era
Machines hadn’t come though their time getting nearer
There were lords and queens and Kings in palaces
And treasures in chests (there were no valises)
And peasants grew corn and wheat and drank mead
And chanted long prayers (‘cos they couldn’t read)
Their Priests did that, monks also read scripture
There were abbots and chapels… well, you get the picture
The point I am making is that I’ve forgot
If I wanted to write about the Middle Ages or not