Classic Poem

They are proud of them! ... Like lice scabies!
It is the gift-juan they will make your trunk
They do not feel good, but they smack of the brave:
Brave rascals, chevalereux morons!
Taking without asking, always sweating race -
And asking soil, but always full of grace ...

There, I made a sketch of a beggar on horseback
-The Cid ... a cid a summer carnival:

-I was walking to the foot-dragging a companion;
The sun crackled white road of Spain;
And the cid was upon us in a gallop ...
There pressing me between the wall and the withers:
Ah! Lord Knight , honor! upon my word!
I beg on his knees an onion ... a ohole ... -
(And his horse grazed my neck.)-Poor animal,
He loves you already! Do not take it wrong ...
-Off!-Oh! but: at least your cigar butt ...?
Virgin bless you, Come: off! or, station ...!
(It took my bare foot pocket clip.)
Pity for a cripple, O lord knight ...
-Well, well ... a penny-Senor, that I will never forget
Your Grace! Sorry, I delayed you ...
Lady: Thank you! to be so pretty ...
Ma Jolie and: Thank you for watching me!