The Silly Young Duke

There was once upon a time
A great little estate in rhyme
Nestled there between the great peaks
Of the Abramennes and the Sinaidennes
An estate of extraordinary beauty
Owned by the Dukes of the Jacobinian Family
It was a source of great pride, the jewel in the crown
Father to son to son and on down
Surrounded by larger hostile landowners
Yet secure in her mountainous perch

Life was good on the Jacobinian estate

Until that day when it fell to
The silly young Duke Otto

Oh that fateful day

Poor Otto was seen wandering
The hills surrounding
The blessed land
That was his clans
But was now
being plundered
Oh Otto how
Have you blundered
So??

With a shrug you exclaim
To the gate they came
Holding papers. Claims
Claimed that it belonged to them

Shaking him by his lapel
But but why didn’t you repel
Defend
Whats yours?

But, retorted the foolish duke in return
They had proof...
They had arguments
I don’t know


Silly Bloggers...
Defend whats yours
Who cares what others say?
Let them take their claims and proofs
And lay their own stake to the truth
We are secure
in our mountainous perch
The gates closed and secure..


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