Its a tale, old and true, through the ages to you
a man good, brave and noble quite grand
he’s from stories of old, and songs sung and yarns told
stout of heart but alas such small hands
From when he was a lad, he would say to his dad
One day I, will for sure, be a knight
But alas his dad feared and he scratched his long beard
Not convinced that in fact his son might
For his hands so quite small, even though he was tall
And a sword he could surely not hold
It would fall from his grip, to the ground it would slip
Left defenceless alone in the cold
“Perhaps it’s not for you” , said his dad, his heart blue
“Maybe you should consider your trade
Jesters are in demand and with your tiny hands
You would surely have your fortune made
You can dance, perform tricks, they will laugh, give you tips
You can jape, as they point at your fingers
Dressed as harlequin king, telling jokes then you sing
Of the Celts cross the sea, all such gingers
Okay so I will stop there. Ever start a post and persist and persist and then realise you’re wasting your time? Well this was one of those. For some reason I got into my head that a poem about a knight with small hands called Brian would be a good idea. I like to think I am pretty creative but beyond the title that is all I had. I started to write and got a few nicely rhymed bits done and then kind of backed myself into a corner.
Instead of stopping what I did was keep going which was a bad idea because beyond King, knight and jester I wasn’t wholly convinced of what other jobs you’d have in medieval times. Priest? Blacksmith? Boil Lancer? Pot Emptier? So another bad idea there obviously.
I did toy with the ridiculous and there will forever be remembered the missing verse where I discussed just how much bigger things seem when held in small hands. I thought for a while that it was funny then realised it sounded like it involved a child’s hands and a grown mans…well you know. I quickly deleted it.
I was then going to try and make it some sort of political commentary on Donald Trump which just made me think that I should perhaps shut the hell up because there are limits to weirdness and an allegorical tale about Donald Trump through the medium of a small handed knight is just stupid.
So this is it. A lesson in knowing when to say enough is enough because as much as you might like your title and the noble looking photo you found on pixabay sometimes there just aren’t enough words to rhyme with hands…

Wisdom, wish I had it!😂
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I was waiting for an allegorical tale about POTUS Donald of the small hands. Good thing I wasn’t holding my breath. Good title, though. Lots of promise.
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I am trying to stay away from.Donald for a spell…he’s a poison and i can do without him
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Probably a good approach to maintaining one’s sanity.
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The commentary at the end was indeed the best part. Your thought process always makes me smile. 🙂
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Thanks Michelle yeah it took me probably 3 days to eventually give up on that face and that’s quite unusual because I normally always managed to get something out
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Perhaps the perfect balance of wisdom and tenacity is what we all need full stop I persisted for days but then had to surrender to the fact that it was going nowhere but it was an interesting learning exercise for me
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Lol… sometimes we just have to start over from scratch. I think what you did at the end was great because we all get stuck like this sometimes. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one! 😉
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That title is great! It is hard to abandon an idea sometimes, but I understand your train of thought. Maybe coming back to it weeks down the road something completely different may hit you. Don’t worry there are three more years of material waiting ahead for you… no need to rush at getting each blunder now – there are only so many hours in a day! LOL
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Oh good lord years and years of material ahead and not sure you know I’ve already started scaling back what I write about when it comes to him and I do very little reading on him anymore and most of the time the only reason I know what’s going on is that somebody post something on WordPress
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I too waited on commentary on Donald Trump, especially after the excerpts of the Wolff’s book expounded on the “fake hands” that he wore as a child. (If this was true or not, but so much was made of his hands, I thought you were going there.)
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I was tempted but…im taking a break from him mostly…
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It’s hard to resist commenting on him Michael … I am a Canadian citizen with a green card, living in the U.S, since 1966, so, for the most part, I keep my comments to myself, but I have plenty of thoughts rambling around in my head on the topic. I didn’t vote either because I’m not a U.S. citizen.
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Hard to watch unfold though…maddening and really sad too
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That’s for sure – you sure nailed it!
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I believe that at a certain point in life, after having done so many things, and after having been so many people, you feel tired. We want to relieve ourselves of many things. All the fights on our shoulders. All those things that we have been become almost an obstacle.
I believe that even Trump was screwed by all the things he did before, that is when he was an entrepreneur, and then when it was the right time to lead the fight, all those things fell on him. Because the past is like a boulder and cannot be burned.
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Intriguing take… not quite sure what he ever led a worthy fight against but there may have been something, but it was inevitably lost in the madness of his time on his throne of calamity
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