Fay Roberts tells the true Templar tale of a species of Melanoleuca melaleuca
The herald asks for all the kingdom’s news,
and Nigel knows it’s time for him to speak.
No – not for him the silence of the queues;
Sir Nige has never hidden or been meek.
He thus abandons bar and new-found friends,
and barrels to the front to take the mic.
The herald looks bemused! His words will mend
her of her worries, banish fears alike.
He reads compassion in her eyes as she
bears witness to his truth then tells him, soft,
that further down he will more easeful be
than prisoned thus (again) in bardic loft.
No armour, lance, or steed of any kind;
true knightliness is just a state of mind.
– FR
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| A little paler, and this image from The Ultimate Mushroom Guide would truly resemble the top of Sir Nigel’s shiny dome. As it is, it’s a near-perfect match for his cricket kit bag, bulging with letters from the Queen from his time inside. Trust me: that wasn’t even the weirdest thing that happened that night. Description in alt-text. |
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