Camelot - an Ongoing Investigation
Long, long ago, in Camelot
A knight there was, hight Lancelot
Yclept that name, the legend goes
Because his lance reached to his toes
Or maybe 'twas another spot...
A likely legend, God wot, God wot
A most unlikely twisted plot
A tale of man, woman and rose
As well as all their sundry foes
And, too, the Lady of Shalott
Don't forget the wizard called Merlin
All kinds of spells he kept unfurlin'
Turning dung into pies
'Fore your very eyes
With his wand which was twisting and twirlin'
Lance had designs on Guinevere
Putting to bed all rumours he's queer
But how to win this beauteous prize?
Put drugs in her drink then blindfold her eyes
And cart her off to Windermere
Contributors: | fester, Beefy, Dassn't Say, Irene Adler, N, e, F, Padfoot, snood. |
Poem finished: | 26th September 2003. |