Settle the Knight

Oh, once there was a knight named Settle,
Whose armor was quite shiny and metal.
In the jousting ring, he aimed for gold,
But alas, his skills were not that bold.

He clashed and clanged with all his might,
But always ended up with bronze in sight.
He’d hang his head, feeling quite glum,
While the crowd would cheer for the number one.

So Settle the knight, so full of grace,
Would polish his bronze with a sad embrace,
And though he aimed for the highest throne,
Bronze was the metal he made his own.

7/12/24