A French Rose 'Dueling delima'

A French Rose
'The Dueling Delima’

In a misty clearing some were already mourning
pawns held knights for those who fight.
“This is your last chance, disperse or duel?”
Feathers, frills, and strut cock’in heels.

“I shall defend milady's honor
you Sir, are a song bird,”
Jean-Claude prepared his stance
Flatterbushs steady verbal prance.

The draw of swords stealing both men
some sighed loudly the seconds grinned.
“On Guard,” ‘clash clash clank clank,
Flatterbush jumped the starting guns bang.

The Swords would hug then slice each other
quite a crowd gathered for the game of forever
Lord Flatterbush whaled with a ballet flare,
Jean Claude once fenced with the prince of Wales

‘Clash Clank clash clank’
'Shew thud shew thud'
Two arrows in the crust
from the dueling peacocks lust.

“You two are not fighting for me,
I want you two no more than the tree
hence you Pee!”
Two swords wilted as feathers frazzled,
Lady Jina a top a horse
in sparkling corset dazzle.

“You there, yes you,”
Lady Jina pointed
to who she knew not
but wanted to!

"Aren't you the town Poet?"
A French Rose she twirled,
like a little 'flighty' school girl.
"Yes Milady, that would be me,
is it poetry, that interests thee?

“Be at my balcony tonight until morn?”
“Yes milady,” a gentleman poet had sworn.
Lady Jinas steed did away dash,
two dueling swords did no more clash.

Anger boiled and brewed
in both dueling souls,
awaiting the moons light
was a sultry French Rose.