Every morning Sir Malcolm Norton, a Don Quixote Knight
writes an Amira-Ode for our Wonderland site, and every
morning I wait with bated breath where Sir Knight’s long
sentences will lead tongue-in-cheek - his lines a delight
as everything he has ever thought of creeps into these
meandering paths leading the avid reader into the high-
ways and byways of an imagination that is colourful and
bright, and as Sir Knight brings education to all the joyous
and boisterous inhabitants of Amira’s Wonderland site,
he sadly laments – I’m teaching you modern creatures
the lyrical literature of the days of yore,
yet your reaction
to my eyes remain an eyesore, I espy no single insight,
you remain oblivious to all the humorous bits I add to
every single line - I’m sorry to hear you say that Sir
Malcolm, Alice burst forth, I know we all suffer from
attention deficit disorder, blame modern technology,
but here I am on my white steed, and she blandished
her sword, let met help you fight ignorance by spreading
your tongue-in-cheek words far and wide, let us tackle
windmills one by one and not all at once, even I realize
there is chronological order and will force myself to
abide to the time frame that is right!
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