Brave Launcelot would kill the beast
He vowed to douse its flame
To triumph at the very least
And earn his knightly name
The maiden fair a lovely sight
Her hair a flaming red
Thought she’d like to lick the knight
And take him to her bed
Down from the sky the dragon fell
Full aeronautic grace
Inside the knight he rang a bell
That shined within his face
Ignored they both the maiden’s plight
Together flew away
‘Twas her tough luck her parfait knight
Discovered he was gay
Parfait Knight
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