Story by Andrew Alan Matthews
Danny Wright, Lord of the Banquet
Sits on his throne
He’s the king
Of a medieval feast
With Goblets of wine
Its Devine
Candlelight dances on stone
As Friends look on
Medieval scene
Of Court jesters
troubadours sing tales
Of valiant knights
Courting fair maidens
Laden with fun and laughter
An ambience fills the room
Aroma of spices
Entices you in
A Banquet fit for kings
And Theres a Spit roast
So Raise a Toast
To Danny wright
Its his night
Of telling tales
past Present and future
It’s a magical night
On a Hot summers night
With succulent meats
Hearty stews
And goblets over flowing
With rich red wine
Its devine
Whilst Jesters entertain
With whimsical acts
Shadows cast
From flickering torches
Setting the scene
A medieval dream
So Yeah
Danny Wright, Lord of the Banquet
Sits on his throne
He’s the king
Of a medieval feast
With Goblets of wine
Its Devine
In the summertime
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Story By Danny Wright
Entering the grand hall for my 40th birthday, the flickering candlelight danced on stone walls, setting a medieval ambiance. Friends, adorned in elaborate costumes, added to the merriment.
As the honored lord, I wore a regal robe befitting the occasion. The banquet table stretched across the hall, featuring a pig spit roast as the centerpiece. Roasted meats, hearty stews, and freshly baked breads surrounded it, creating a feast fit for royalty.
Goblets were filled with rich red wines, and the air was laden with the aroma of spices. Laughter and lively conversations filled the air as guests indulged in succulent meats and sipped robust wines. Jesters entertained with whimsical acts,
and troubadours sang tales of valiant knights and courtly love. The room pulsated with the energy of celebration,
blending medieval charm with mirthful camaraderie. Amidst the revelry, friends and family toasted to the years gone by and the adventures that lay ahead.
The grand hall echoed with the tales of our shared history. Shadows cast by flickering torches danced on tapestries, telling stories of an era long past. As the night unfolded, a sense of camaraderie enveloped the gathering. In this medieval banquet hall, time seemed to stand still.
The celebration, now featuring friends and a pig spit roast, became a tapestry woven with memories, laughter, and the warmth of cherished company.
As the clock struck midnight, marking the end of my 40th birthday revelry, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the enchanting journey through time that this medieval feast with friends and a pig roast had provided,
making my milestone birthday truly extraordinary.