Black Knight

Black Knight, Black Knight
You think you are right
For you I do wish
Much malice and spite

Black Knight, Black Knight
Your words shall be blight
For arrogance's not bliss
But malice and spite

Black Knight, Black Knight
Good grief and goodnight!
You are full on my nerves
My words full of spite

Black Knight, Black Knight
Through day and all night
I wish you would go
And be with my spite

Black Knight, Black Knight
Please, go fly a kite
You out of my presence
Would relieve much my spite

Black Knight, Black Knight
My anger's peak height
For will you sit down
For me not to spite

Black Knight, Black Knight
Your absence, my delight
Away shall you be
So that I shan't spite

Black Knight, Black Knight
Oh could you enlight
Me of your ways
Yes, those that I spite

Black Knight, Black Knight
Why shall I make right
For no wrong have I done
For you still I spite

Black Knight, Black Knight
At you. my thumb, I bite
Your words stir my anger
And aim at you my spite

Black Knight, Black Knight
Your arrogance, your satellite
From it you shalln't escape
And thus I'll always spite

Black Knight, Black Knight
You think you are right
For you I do wish
Much malice and spite

-Keith Smithson-

Author's Notes:  Interesting story behind this one.  This was written at UTHSMUN my sophomore year, though the thought was spurred by UTHSMUN my freshman year.  See, during my freshman year, in my committee was Amanda Seals, representing the Netherlands.  I don't know much about her except that she looks nice, and is a very nice person- outside of MUN.  INSIDE MUN, she is quite frustrating- which is the general direction in which this poem was directed.  The title came from information I learned that freshman year.  We were all discussion www.kingdomality.com - a website where you answer some questions about your personality, and it'd tell you what you would've been in Medieval Times.  Well, Amanda's answers made her the Black Knight...  Other than the fact that none of this poem really means anything, I thought it was an interesting venture to try and write a poem in this format.  Every stanza has 4 lines.  The 1st line in each stanza is exactly the same thing.  Well, instead of pointing out all the peculiarities, I'll let you figure it out.