The Knight’s Tail

 

Sue Vincent

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In memory of a loyal knight
Of the house of Yawk
Who got an almighty fright
One night when he dropped his fawk
And under the table, his fawk to retrieve,
He crawled, but a wag there then made him receive
A rose through a chink in his pants, I believe,
So then there was tawk
That all there did gawk
At such a peculiar sight;
This mortification caused him to grieve —
His soul of his body promptly took leave —
At a very fast wawk;
When he’d popped his cawk
On top of him they placed that stawk,
For underneath didn’t seem right.

© January 2019 Colonialist