Rusty old Armour

Sir Albert Street of Eccles

had problems with his kit

Bits of rust had started to form

collecting lots of grit

and up there in the town’s castle fort

Sir Albert he sat in his keep

doing running repairs to his chain mail

and occasionally he did weep

For the townfolk their blood it did boil

when Sir Albert asked for some cash for oil

so instead he used some kitchen grease

to hold up the rust and give him peace

But one morning – i think it were monday

a posse it came by the town

Shouting “Sir Albert, you’re leaving your keep

we’re going to take you down”

But wait – as the old knight peered at the floor

Rusty sharp shards covered window to door

So down towards mob rusted metal was thrown

and to the mob, the portcullis – albert and pages did show

Published by inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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