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The LadiesYou see the knights,
In all their glory,
The prolonged fights,
Are very gory.
But where, I ask,
Are the noble lasses?
I'll tell you whereth,
In sewing classes!
With corsets so tight,
That during the fights,
A dainty saint,
Is EXPECTED to faint!
And even though they're dragged outside,
The flaps of their tents,
Are all but open wide!
These little maids,
Forced into the shade,
And into a musty prison.
July 2004Lane, 11, G'boro NC
The glory of a game that is notTons of armour weigh them down
As foreign knights ride into town
For the tournament, but I know
That some of their number will not live to go.
The lances are blunted "so as not to do harm"
But that's the point of this noble, ancient arm.
I do not see why this game should be
A contest to gain ill won glory.
The sunshine is brilliant,it's a holiday
But today, fighting is the game we play
Not bear, nor monkey nor even food
Can dispel my black despairing mood
For my cousin shall fight this afternoon
And I pray for the mightiest of mightiest boons
I pray that he wins without a death
And that the tournament will not see his final breath
Oh, why should this be a game
Of killing and hurting and delivering pain
The glory is naught but fear buried deep
For no big, strong victor is expected to weep
My boon was half granted,and I feel ashamed
To have backed my cousin when next door a dame
Is crying for her youngest son
Who entered the tournament but has not won
July 2004Amanda, 13, Vancouver, Canada
Being a princess is a hard job...Being a princess is a hard job,
especially when the tournament is on,
I watch in disgrace,
As the knights get thrown to the ground!
Some of them get taken away,
Some of them even die!
And as the crowd whistles and cheers,
I'm covering my eyes.
The gore I just can't take!
But I guess peasants have to be entertained,
Some how!
So being a Princess is a hard job
Especially when the tournament is on!
July 2004Princess Sophie, 12, London, England
The TournamentThe fight with the swords
All the blood and gore
The Castle is gaining
Gaining the victory
We won, We won!
Oh woe,
We'll start another one.
July 2004Cassi, 12, Parkerburg, West Virginia
Look into my eyesLook into my eyes
Glittering in the sun,
Sweat shining off my face
It's nothing close to fun.
He took a lash
And in a flash,
I realized what I had seen
A friend of my own self
War today, this afternoon, and night
Present, past, future,
Fight with pride for Medieval rights.
July 2004Aubs, 12, Oregon, IL U.S.A.
This is the dayThis is the day
That M'Lady will see
A person in armour
That person is me!!!
I'll battle dragons,
Ogres and more,
As long as M'lady sees my victories soar.
Then, as she watches,
She'll pick me for sure
To wed and to be
Her husband, king, and more!!!!
July 2004Kaubs, 12, Oregon, IL USA
Tournaments!Tournaments are scary,
Tournaments are loud.
At the Tournaments,
There is a big crowd.
Tournaments are breath-taking,
Tournaments are cool.
At the Tournaments,
There are some rules.
TOURNAMENTS ARE THE BEST!!!!
July 2004Alison, 10, NY
TournamentGeting ready,
For the fight,
Hoping that I'll win tonight
In the stalls,
roaming the halls,
looking for the horse that will here my calls
Finding the right one,
saddle it up,
Ready for the tournament?
I feel like a mut
Riding outside,
Hearing the people cheer and holler,
I feel kind of queezy,
Legs feel like jello,
arms feel like ice,
I really hope that I win tonight
Galluping to the other person,
Only knowing his name,
Adoring the other horse's beautiful mane
Holding my sword,
Trotting in front,
Soon, my horse gives a big grunt!
My opponent falls,
I start to cry,
I hold my horse while the other guy dies
The crowd starts to cheer,
The crowd starts to holler,
Then soon the crowd starts to follow
The day is done,
I'm glad we won,
I give my horse nice big hug,
Then, I will be,
Snug as a bug in a rug.
July 2004Stephanie, 13, Belgrade, USA
The TournamentThe knight is in his armour ready to charge.
He pick up his lance.
His horse starts to run.
The next thing he's flat, his face on the ground.
He won't be going home wealthy.
He won't be going home fed.
He will be going home dead.
The other guy might survive this round.
But he won't survive the next.
July 2004Mitchell, 11, Gold Coast
The Lancing StrikeMy squire did prepare me
As into battle I would go
My lance was ready for
The strong opponent, I know
My outstanding victory
As I vanquished my foe.
March 2004James, 7, Westampton, USA
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