How Chris and Bronson spent their weekend
Sitting at last on the parapet
Two exhausted Knights
Quietly
Not seeing the blood and offal
Crusted upon each Royal tunic
Swords and axes chipped and dull
Cast down in disarray
“It’s over” they whisper just to themselves
But the bell begins to toll
Passwords urgently shouted,
The Call made, the Echo forgotten
The people are screaming while the slaves rebel
Refusing their labors
Those two,
Battered Knights rise to the call
Not for glory or fame but innate chivalry
They rise together
And quickly move
To rejoin the battle
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Ha. More like sitting in my boxer shorts clicking a mouse and typing and calling customer support! But having just watched game of thrones, I appreciate the imagery. Just as long as we are quashing any slave rebellions! We’d be fighting with them!
i heard another Bill & Ted was in the works… obviously inspired by this poem.