I loved her dearly
And so we strolled
Hand in hand
Side by side.

I loved her too much
And I didn’t want her worn
So I bought her a stallion
That she could use in trotting alongside
As I strolled.

But she galloped away!
Saying she’d ride by me no longer
Maintaining that only kings and queens
And not peasants
Could ride on stallions!

I then pleasantly reminded her
That it was I who had bought her the stallion!
She replied by saying
That I was petty and envious.

So I drew my sword
And cut off the limbs of the stallion!

Afterall
It was my stallion!

The stallion died.
The maiden crashed.

And as she cried out for help
I turned around to give her a hand
Whispering softly into her ears:
“Couldn’t the kings and the queens
come to your rescue?!”