Spenser’s Red Cross Knight
Edmund Spenser, Wikipedia
The Red Cross Knight was far too much. The dark
Spell-casters, monsters, faeries–whatever–
He kept avoiding, meeting in the park
Of that ridiculous poem, never
Found him interesting enough to defeat.
The bad guys and bewitchers were the hot ones.
It’s good they’re there. You couldn’t drink him neat.
Victorians and Shakespeare’s lot, not ones
To suffer boredom gladly, somehow could
Enjoy him. It’s a bafflement to me–
Although, hey, they didn’t have Hollywood
And hadn’t even dreamed of TV!
This century we get our inspiration
From Tweeting, blogging . . . and from Playstation.