Longfellow Lowson

The look on Kline’s face was one of frustration and a bit of surprise.

“Bring a bard is not my intent
The words are just rhyming
As I speak them, and poem is
Present.”

He sighed and shook his head. He could not stop speaking in the cant or rhymes if he wanted it seemed.

“You are correct with the schemes
Nobles far and wide always
Try to get power and position it
Seems.”

When she started to shoo the night lights he looked about noticing how close they were. Why were they so close, of course, this is why he was speaking in such a silly tone? He frowned looking around.