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Monday, 29 November 2010

5. Sir Josef

Bold Sir Josef clattered by
With no pause for breath I asked him why
‘Haven’t you seen, my darling child?
I’m hunting the infamous spiderfly!’

‘That villain! Why, what has he done
To deserve the hatchet and the gun?’

‘Now that dear chap I cannot say;
If I told you the reason you’d bar my way!’

‘But why, dear Knight, so great, so bright
What have you done that I should fight?’

‘I ravaged his lands, and pillaged his home,
I ravished his bride, and left him alone
Quite, quite alone
Of course as I fly, I should have known
His revenge would be sweet, of blood and bone
He came to my court, a jester disguised, and
Dissolved my wife in acidic bile!’

‘And yet you laugh, my lord -
May I venture the cause?’

‘My solemn fellow, I cannot say
I think it’s his movements as he runs away!’
There is always laughter on a sunny day.

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