Is there a windmill I can charge nearby?
Preferably, the old, the wooden kind,
and one whose blades are not set up too high -
I find the new ones that are so designed
as to avoid a knight's most fervent charge,
his lance a useless toothpick in the wind,
too scary, too forbidding, and too large,
and leaving me embarrassed and chagrined
at having failed to even make a dent.
What say you, Sancho, is there such a beast?
A target where our fury's better spent,
or less absurd and futile at the least?
You're silent. Oh, you haven't an idea?
No worries. Let me ask dear Dulcinea.
Author notes: image generated by author prompt to Gemini
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