A Kings Competition: Part 1

Patter, patter, sounded the rain on the shudder
Unbeknownst to the birds flutter
Forgotten by the suns splendor
Discarded by the thunders roar

Thrown away by the king's stare
What was forgotten was always there
Upon this day
Was the day he would appoint a hare

For you see
It was not without regret
That all the king's offspring's
Had met their death

He pronounced a year's past
"A son will come again!!"
But little to his court's dismay
The king's loins did not obey

So now he had agreed
Stubbornly with wine and mead
To choose a hare
That would fit his need

There were many too chose
Some as gloomy as the day
Some others as fair
As a day in May

Sir Alex of the High Lands
A man with regrets
Who found his own way to cope
By spending on women with no intent to elope

Sir Barren of the Gold Lands
A young man with a thirst for knowledge
But in today's' world
He would drink himself through college

Sir Gale of the Swamp Lands
As rough as they came
Ask him for a battle strategy
He would only shrug and say "Na"

Sir Roger of the Sunshine Lands
An exceptional vocabulary
For someone who
The girls knew was not their ordinary

Last but not least
An unknown man had stepped forward
From the lands of Dragons some said
They said he would breath fire
Until his competition lay wasted

The competitors gathered in the great hall
Staring each other down
And squires compromising with each other
So their lords would not maul

"Welcome, welcome all to the event of the day
Time has past and our kingdom need obey
Whoever sets forth from this competition today,"
Announced the King's secretary, to the applause deserved of fame

"Step forth great lords and stranger
Introduce yourself before the king
Bow down slightly not too low for a lady
But low enough to look a little petty"

"I am Sir Alex of the High Lands
I come before you willing to serve
Even to give up
My love for whores"

"Bold statement indeed
We know how you fancy them
Even more than your drink and mead"

"I am Sir Barren of the Gold Lands
Come forth to strike down evil
And cut back on the liquor
So much as to fill a thimble"

"Me be Ser Gale of swamp lands
Rid me of these fancy boys
Let the kingdom be ruled
By me who strike down hundreds of boars"

"Now, now, Sir Gale, musn't you fret
For you have to accost myself, Sir Roger
Before the kingdom you claim
Fails to be the king's no longer"

"Ay, a silver tongue he is
Come forth to battle
Just remember Sir Roger
Your hair will sorely be badgered,"
The secretary splattered

"CUT YOUR TONGUE KIND SIR!"
The dragon screamed
"I am the only true victor
The person whose traveled far and wide
And seen what this kingdom
Must conquer to reach the sublime"

"My, my, the competition is fierce
Dear king wouldn't you say?
Let's start the proceedings
And get onto to the dismay"

"Well spoken kind secretary
Forgotten deeds will be not
SET FORTH THE TARGETS
BRING OUT THE BOWS
LET'S SEE THE AIM
OF THESE ENLIGHTENED LORDS!"