A very pretty lady once told me that the easiest way to undress a knight in Armour was armed with a can opener. The idea has rumbled round in my subliminal brain ever since. Another Paladin quest.and fun
In the court of Charlemagne
I took the news from Aix to Ghent
From the Fields of Acheron
One day I met a Princess fair
Wandering alone in the wood
Well of course in those days Sir
You know you often could
Yet the fairest one had me perplexed
By what she had intended
For in her hand a can opener
By all accounts just mended
Pray tell my sweet I said to her
What have you holding there
It is dear knight just what it is
a simple can opener
'And what's it for in these dark woods
Do you intend some cooking'?
Oh no kind knight I will strip you bare
Whilst no one else is looking
Thus in skill she plied her craft
With a wrinkle of her nose
And in a mere two minutes flat
She had stripped me to my hose
Then with a thrill she had her will
A joy I might entreat
For a prettier maid through out the land
You could never wish to meet
But she played a game by what such name
It really was quite rude
For she took my horse, my hose of course
And left me in the nude
So if your ever in the woods
Be you Baron, Knight or Squire
Don't linger there with a Princess fair
E'en though your hearts in fire
She will woo you sir without a care
Her melons juicily ripen
So run like hell if you hear her yell
I have a large tin can to open
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-06-06 at 18:44
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The Enchanted Can Opener by M.A.Meddings
When I was a PaladinIn the court of Charlemagne
I took the news from Aix to Ghent
From the Fields of Acheron
One day I met a Princess fair
Wandering alone in the wood
Well of course in those days Sir
You know you often could
Yet the fairest one had me perplexed
By what she had intended
For in her hand a can opener
By all accounts just mended
Pray tell my sweet I said to her
What have you holding there
It is dear knight just what it is
a simple can opener
'And what's it for in these dark woods
Do you intend some cooking'?
Oh no kind knight I will strip you bare
Whilst no one else is looking
Thus in skill she plied her craft
With a wrinkle of her nose
And in a mere two minutes flat
She had stripped me to my hose
Then with a thrill she had her will
A joy I might entreat
For a prettier maid through out the land
You could never wish to meet
But she played a game by what such name
It really was quite rude
For she took my horse, my hose of course
And left me in the nude
So if your ever in the woods
Be you Baron, Knight or Squire
Don't linger there with a Princess fair
E'en though your hearts in fire
She will woo you sir without a care
Her melons juicily ripen
So run like hell if you hear her yell
I have a large tin can to open
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-06-06 at 18:44
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