When he raped her, she tried to be brave,
But, of course, ne’er forgot, nor forgave,
(Although whom could she tell)…
And then buggered, as well!
Damn Sir Francis, the dastardly knave!
Tag: medieval
The blunted sword
“Though I’m not one for casting aspersions”,
She said, “his attempted insertions
Do leave one quite cold!
Poor Sir Ralph’s just too old
For such amorous, sweaty exertions!”
Chivalry is dead
Bold Sir Percy, still flushed from the joust,
Became amorous, being well soused.
”It’s a very fine lance;
Put it back in your pants!”,
The outraged Lady Gwendoline roused.
By a lake in the woods
She exclaimed “Oh, my goodness, Sir Knight!
I was bathing! You gave me a fright!
Why, I might have been raped!
I could not have escaped!
Though, of course, one would put up a fight!”