My Knight in Crinkled Tin

My Knight in Crinkled Tin

My Knight in grand old
Shining armor
Turned out
To actually be wearing
Crinkled tin.

He’s not a knight actually.
He can’t be, what with his
Horse being so unwashed from all the
Lies he smeared on it’s once gorgeous brown coat,
His broken code of chivalry,
And his too-small helmet that fit perfectly before his
Head got too big.

The only knightly thing
About him
Is his sharp
Sword.
The sword he used to
Slice and
Dice my heart
Into tiny pieces.