Guy of Gisborne, How I miss thee.
Thy fitted leather of black
Though noise it doth not lack.
Thou eyes so bright with guyliner on right.
And thyne enticing smirk where danger doth lurk.
I must admit I hath rolled mine eyes
When thou thyne sheriff doth chastise
Though I know thou loveth Marian
I canst help myself but be carin'
For thy bad boy appeal,
Unliketh Much or Will.
And now Robin is fine
It just seemeth by design
That thou hast caught mine eye,
Thus misunderstood Sir Guy
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