Nikolas and a Womon Part II

One day:
Nikolas was a terribly silly man,
From Silla,
Where some small flowers bloomed, and he smelled them occasionally.
But one day while he was strolling and frolicking in the fields and meadows,
He got terribly lost, and lost his way from his waypoint and could not point the way home the good way in terribly homely homesick woods with his lost wood stick which would stick and point the same way home all the time.
And on this intrepid adventure he ventured a peek across the borders,
Where the Kingdom of Baekje stood
Sentinel,
And senile.


He saw things there, he saw ferocious cats and hawks, he saw street hawkers with strange meat meet him on the street and accost him, for meat cost much money in those times,
And most of all he saw
A woman,
Of the royal court, frolicking in the highways and byways
Of the Land,
And they danced,
And he loved her,
But she was from Baekje and he was from Silla, and
It could never
Fruitify.

And when he had had his fun in the sun and had had his meat and met Matthew, the man of the meat-grills, he slowly
Sinked back,
Through the woods,
And he went
Back, with his back to Baekje,
But wait! Matthew the meat-griller was in trouble!


Nikolas could never let a good man in danger,
For he was a ranger,
Trained and true,
To help a man in blue.
So back he went to Baekje,
Crossing the palace walls, the forest floor, the canopy, the banana-boats which bobbed and Floated ethereally in the warm summer winds,
And while the flowers bloomed,
And the petals scattered,
Young Matthew, purveyor of fine meats, was meeting his match,
Against a wonderfully strong lion.

But Nikolas was strong too, for he was trained in the ways of Tae-Kwon-Do,
And he savaged the lion,
With his hoops of steel,
And the lion was slain.
And so he saved Matthew and his Meat,
And the town rejoiced,

And the woman saw this,
And she could not help her heart,
And she ran away to him,
And followed him forever,

And he loved her,
And it was good.