Michael the spurred, part one

Tales of Michael the Spurred

The Princess and the E-Type

Once upon a time there was a Princess with long blonde hair clad in a short red mini-dress sitting on the bonnet of a British racing-green coloured mini car. The Princess looked cool but pleased with herself, as well she should for she was favoured with fabulously full breasts, a narrow waist and the longest legs in
the Kingdom. (True, she was not perfect as her feet were a little too large, but we will not dwell on that!)
Her expression was a combination of smug and haughty, as befits a Princess. (It is not well known but any Princess who is seen to grin, laugh, pull silly faces and so on, is banished at once and can only come back
as a Witches cat!)

Now on that day, a tall Knight with a trim beard and flowing golden locks came by, mounted on his silver E-type. (the low thruuum of the E-type’s engine made
the Princesses tummy go delightfully squiggly, but of course the expression on her face didn’t change)
The Knight, who’s name was Boris, drove with great flair and a certain difficulty as his gratuitously long bonnet was almost out of sight.
(it must be admitted that Boris was short-sighted and so vain he refused to wear his specs!)
However, what with the delicious noise of the engine and the squealing of those fat rubber tires on their wire-spoke wheels, as Boris drove around the mini car in extravagant circles, the Princess was quite enchanted and agreed to go for a ride.

While this jolly stuff was going on another Knight, who as we shall see was the perfect companion for the Princess, was off fighting Dragons.
(This Knight, known as ‘Michael the spurred’ on account of the rough sticking out bits on his heels, was fighting dragons for something to do as he despaired of ever finding a Princess with a beautiful nape to her neck)

To be continued.
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About mikeinkwazi

I am in my seventies and live in the west coast of Scotland, with the sea at the bottom of my garden. I have been variously, a sculptor an art teacher, designer, inventor, organic grower and last but never least, a blue water sailor. By the way, I have been telling stories and writing nonsense all my life!

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