Embrace the Cliches

So I want to write a story, I have a great idea.

It's going to be a romance, an epic, don't you see.

It will have a dashing hero, a brave and loyal knight,

And will also have a quest, and evil villainy.

The heroine will be a damsel fair and true,

Who gets kidnapped by the baddie, and all will cry 'Boo Hoo.'

The knight is strong and handsome, with valor out the ears,

And his lady fair so gorgeous that she weeps diamond tears.

Her hair is long and luxurious, a shimmering, glittering blond,

With feet so fair and dainty that she can walk across a pond.

Her eyes are blue, but sometimes green, and sometimes a pale gold,

And her breasts are firm and large-the Maker broke the mold.

She wears a dress of finest silk with jewels all woven in,

Along with a crown of purest gold, and not of ugly tin.

She is a royal Princess, and hopes to be a Queen,

But first she must escape from the bad guy-he's so mean.

Alas for her, she has no spine, and spends her days up high

Locked within a tower that reaches towards the sky.

She sits at her window-a very tiny one,

And sings and hopes and sighs until the day is done.

"Oh won't my prince come rescue me from my horrible plight?

After all, I am a lady fair, and surely it's my right."

Her voice is so lovely it would make an angel weep,

And then one day, into the ears of a handsome knight did seep

The lovely sound of singing, it awoke him from his sleep.

He leapt onto his horse-but wait for just a tick,

For I must describe the knight in prose to make you sick.

He is tall and handsome, like a god that's come to life,

And he roams the land ridding it of badness and of strife.

He has blue eyes and muscles, and when he wields his sword,

All the women swoon and shout out 'Oh my Lord."

He is a pure and good man, who is looking for true love,

And despite his fierce appearance, he's gentle as a dove.

Except when it comes to monsters and the like-

Then he becomes as vicious as a pike.

But now the interlude is over and we see

The knight riding to free

The woman who's singing inflamed his noble heart,

And now we come to the real exciting part.

The bad guy( a giant, as ugly as sin) comes bellowing out the door

But we know our hero will win, and with a mighty roar,

They meet in battle fierce,(the princess watching, cries) and soon the giant is no more.

The knight and princess are happy(the princess even sighs), they can spend the years together,

Looking handsome and beautiful no matter what the weather.

So here ends my epic tale, my beautiful cliché,

And I really wish I knew just what to say.