Not a thousand years ago,Four friends were on the go,
To scour the land for delicious morsels,
A journey filled with banter, laughter and giggles.
Arrived they did at their hashery of choice,
The three roses stepped in with more smiles and noise,
The thorn was left behind rummaging,
For in his bag he was endlessly digging.
As the cuisines were picked in that chilly night,
In walks the harrowed thorn, a frightful sight!
The keys I've locked in our wagon,
Breathes the twitchy, agonized sanguine.
The other three stare bewildered,
What a state in to be rendered,
Are you sure, have you checked, how did you manage that, they all quipped,
With his head in his hands, the poor lad looked simply whipped.
Never matter, let us try to save the day, said the bright red one,
And before their meals arrived, two from the table were gone,
Silence loomed over the yellow and pink of the two,
Brood and worry began to stew.
Fruitlessly the two were recalled,
As plates presented had put their efforts on stall,
Mutter and chatter were scarce for once,
All four were embroiled in a silent trance.
The only resolve was an hour away,
But who would they call upon to save this harrowing day?
The pink of them had a name,
And all four prayed for hope till their saviour came.
Futile efforts were once more carried at their carriage,
But all their toil lay in carnage,
Stares and jokes they did attract,
They looked like goons that night, that is a fact.
Their knight in shining transit did soon arrive,
The four then shone alive,
Ever grateful they were to be rescued,
For the cold would have started a heated feud.
Laugh they did at the impish thorn,
But the poor dear did seem truly forlorn,
Yet his antics were one to remember,
And the three shall forget this never.
More laughter and chatter filled the lively clunker,
Excitement came from laughing, teasing and banter,
The rogue of the night was indeed picked on,
But then again, he was the night's moron.
The journey to the other end of state,
Had brought them into the day late,
Weary they were growing,
But the journey they were loving.
As the day's adventure came to an end,
All four thanked their god's sent,
Ever grateful they were,
For their knight in shining armour truly was a dear.
Without his noble aid, they would have been stranded,
And who knows how their night would have ended,
They bid goodbye and clambered into their loyal wagon,
The four moved on into the night as a renewed tightly-knit brethren.
An adventure in the eyes of the four,
With their children they shall someday laugh and share this lore,
Closer together they left that night,
A joy and a wrong turned out better than a right.
This piece I dedicate to our little adventure,
For this certainly is a blunder to remember,
A night cherished and will always be laughed upon,
A night that brought five friends together with bonds reborn.
