A beautiful day, one single cloud in the sky,
a chariot so large it carried every passerby.
The bard who sat and observed
and wrote about them all, so absurd.
Golden locks, blush, powder, more blush, on she boarded
Her arms full of bags that she selfishly hoarded.
Graceful lad hopped on in an instant
passing the bard until alas he was distant.
Another. Perhaps a knight,
walking in with his pri...