I am but a minstrel, a singer of songs.
A righter of wrongs.
And I sing to make my mistress happy.
And I sing to bring her peace.
When my voice and my lute
do not suffice,
I unsheathe my sword
And I become….
The most boring man in the castle,
with your humming and strumming
and endless “fal-lal”s –
such a shame all the dragons are dead
or I’d pack you straight off on a quest,
but instead I must just nod along
as you sing your ridiculous songs,
and wish that I wasn’t so bored,
and that I had a bloody great sword!
Apologies to Charley, who gave us the first 2 stanzas as one of Jilly’s September bricks.