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 princess. What a horrible sight. He fought everyone off, "Stay away, don't come near. I will cut off a leg, an arm or an ear." His princess spoke not a word, she kept her head down but she snarled and growled and walked with a frown. Oh how I miss the days my own chariot would lead me to my castle Now I board this city bus every day. What a bloody hassle!