I hold niether banner nor flag or arrive bearing noble titles of Sir, Baron of this or that. I come , a humble peasant as it were a knave, a surf, a mere indentured servant of a boy, not of any royal heritage or petigree.

I hope to be found not wanting in the presence of such accomplished, legends in the field. I enter the challenge and pray am found worthy.

What makes me so (bold)?, ( being so young and inexperienced), I’m told I am an old soul at heart. I hope to bring to the table, ( be it round or flat or square) a fresh and encouraging voice to the competition.

You may dub thee Squire Paul the V, if you so choose, I Wish only to live up to the good name my ancestors I thru IV bestowed upon me.