epicish

It was like the tree times,
As in days of Yore,
Before annotated bibs
Sullied the grassy floor.

Lady Abby with her jewle'd shoes,
Matron Joanna with her pen,
Queen Jessica with her purple coat,
and I with my fluffy chin.

The greats be-sat those woods:
Prince Luke of Comic Sans,
Mage Martina's telepathic glace,
And Kat with artist's hands.

Dame Jess was hunting, we did not doubt,
A monster, wild and grey,
But all wore shirts that cheered her on
As she hunted for her prey.

And the acorns fell, the sun it rose,
And cast a friendly glare,
For friends were glad to be outside,
In that long-lost epic air.