Knights Of Olde (Rhodes) Poem by David Boyce

Knights of Olde

We met a lady,
With a heart of gold
Who runs a place
Called the Knights of Olde

We wandered round
We walked for miles
Then we came across
Some happy smiles

When we called in
We'd have a laugh
With the management
And the waiting staff

The music played
The lovely sound
As we ate the best
For miles around

When we were there
We ate loads
At the best place
On the island of Rhodes

There is one thing
We would like to mention
Thanks very much
For all the attention!




Written byDave Boyce
Bridgend, South Wales
25/06/2004



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