Revised sonnet #1318
King Arthur busied by the empire pips
Ignores the clues and cues and fails to check
And Lancelot lovelorn stands at every beck
Of Guinevere the words off lovely lips
At every other knight the conscience nips
As many maids unmarried fill the deck
Ask why that Lancelot brings on empire wreck
Assert they too tote pretty breasts and hips
If Lancelot strikes a soul as very vain
And smirks the sire to gallant Galahad
If nagged to wits end by own wife Elaine
Are we at fault to fathom him a cad?
A match in sharp sword skills if not as cruel
Trust Meliagaunt to hurry him to duel
Chorus cruel brutal harsh