There once was a dark, stormy knight,
very angry his flagon was lite,
who yelled, “This grog ain’t ale—
it’s insipid and pale!”
then he banished the innkeep from sight.
Ken Gosse usually writes light, rhyming verse filled with whimsy and humor. Sometimes it’s darker. First published in First Literary Review-East in 2016, since then by Pure Slush, Spillwords, The Ekphrastic Review, Lothlorien Review, and others. Raised in the Chicago suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, over twenty years with rescue dogs and cats underfoot.
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