The Race
Beauty and Morgenstern, Janelle and Julian
Both steeds capable of speeds proportionally Herculean.
The Race began along the borders of Arden,
With reckless abandon, with neither quarter nor pardon.
The mighty steeds galloped, swifter the wind,
Richard bore witness, as he was so inclined.
He decided to get to the finish line,
To so who would win, and who would whine.
T'was the Queen that won the day
Leaving Morgenstern and Julian in a bad way.
"I let you win." Declared Arden's Warder.
Janelle just laughed and declared him out of order.
Beauty pranced, and Morgenstern pawed.
Whilst Janelle eyed the mighty stallion and guffawed.
"I let you win." Julian said again, by the by.
To this Janelle replied, "Why?"
"As we raced, I thought, I will win!"
"But then the race did begin."
Julian smiled as spoke, and patted his steed.
"Then I realized I had no need."
"And you and Beauty broke ahead with all speed."
The prince paused, as he gathered his thought,
And I stood by, to see what it wrought.
The Prince finally said, with a wink and a leer,
"I realized the view was much better from back here!"
by Sir Richard Francis, Lord Barimen