Sir Nicketty Nox
so old was he that he'd lost his sight.
blind as a mole, and slim as a fox,
and dry as a stick was Sir Nicketty Nox.
his sword amd buckler were old and cracked,
so was his charger and that's a fact.
thin as a rake from head to hocks,
was this rickety nad of Sir Nicketty Nox.
a wife he had and daughters three,
and all were as old, as old could be.
they mended the shirts and darned the socks,
of that old antiquity, Nicketty Nox.
sir nicketty Nox would fly in rage
if anyone tried to guess his age.
he'd mouth and mutter and tear his locks,
this pernickety Nicketty Nox.
well enjoy that!!!
well thats a poem by Hugh Chesterman!!!
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