The End of a Shrewd Heroine
His visage gave children a fright
He had but one eye
Adorned by a stye
That badly affected his sight
His affliction was cause for concern
For one morning our knight was to learn
He'd been called on to joust
So the girl he'd espoused
Decided that she'd take his turn
She practiced both nighttime and day
And was ready to enter the fray
At last came her chance
So grabbing her lance
She charged without further delay
Disguised with her armour and visor
The folks in the crowd were no wiser
She won every match
With flair and dispatch
Spoke the king, enthroned on a riser
"I declare that we have a new ace!
But your visor is hiding your face
Upraise it, brave knight
For after that fight
Your manliness all will embrace"
The knight bended down on one knee
Identity still a myst'ry
Then cried out "Your highness
In spite of my shyness
I confess I'm a her not a he!"
The king then looked down at her hair
And almost fell right off his chair
He shouted "Tis treachery!"
And worse than my lechery
But the crowd, well they just didn't care
| Contributors: | N (after Beefy), Karin, N, Francine, F. |
| Poem finished: | 5th August 2003. |