The Epic of Sir Charles

This was the beginning of a poem I wrote about a phobia.

There was once a knight who lived

Sir Charles he would be

Once his King had said

He would sail across the sea

Charles said he'd go

But strangely changed his mind

his king had thoroughly questioned

Aquaphobia he would find

And so the army went

Across the ocean's row

To go for king and country

without Sir Charles they would go

Then Charles was left

To think within his mind

Left out of fame and glory

Poor Charles stayed behind