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Medieval Knievel and Houdini

Back in the 14th century there was a brash young English lad, who always got his kicks from doing something bad, Getting tired of being reprimanded, and his life not going anywhere, Evil Knieval built himself a device, that would surely cause him fanfare, Posting his upcoming special event on all the different merchants doors, when the day finally arrived, there were people there by the score, All dressed up in a costume, made by his tailor Mom, he looked like a musketeer with a lot of sequins added on, His friends put him at once in the round wooden tub, only to be catapulted to the heavens far above, Where he splashed down, into the vast north cold sea, where some Vikings picked him up, to be put under lock and key, While wearing a ball and chain in arrived a new cellmate, named Harry Houdini, Harry helping them both to escape, While the guards were enjoying a festivity, they both made it back to merry old England, where they once again enjoyed their freedom and making a living, With Evil Knievel still being catapulted, but this time not quite as far, not wanting to once again be captured by a barbarian, Which left him with post traumatic stress, and from cannonballing the sea so hard, a scar on his legs and butt, something he'd always regret, Soon poor Evil started acting crazy, from landing on his head so much, he had to be put away in a castle asylum, being labeled "out to lunch," While his friend Harry Houdini started, his own daredevil theatrical antics, being able to break out of a knights shining armor in record time, and out of Evil Knievel's old straightjacket.

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