King Arthur busy couple clinches skips
Queen Guineveres emotions keeps in check
Knight Lancelot abides her blurt and beck
He licks her naked nape her luscious lips
At every other knights thoughts conscience nips
As many pips unmarried mill the deck
Yet Lancelot lone leans to empire wreck
Abundance mocks of rounded 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 find him clever cad?
A match in sharp sword skills if not as cruel
Trust Mellagaunt to hustle him to duel
Chorus cruel brutal harsh
