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Only one person he trusted with his virginal wife while he was on crusade.
It was his best friend Nicolas, who was a rather handsome blade.
He gave him the key to her elaborate shiny new chastity belt. 
Sure that he would only use it if an emergency was dealt.

Nicolas was honored by King Henry’s admiration and trust.
He resolved to only use that key if an emergency was thrust.
The wearer of the belt was Queen Anne, a beautiful wife.
She gave him a come hither look, but he ignored it with strife.

Queen Anne was gorgeous, prettier each day, Nicolas had to admit.
She did not like that belt, it irritated her more than a bit.
Nicolas spent years with her, more delighted and enthralled each day.
He finally had to chip that damned chastity belt up and away.

When King Henry returned from the crusades so fine,
He had sons all over the kingdom, the newest made nine.
Henry was delighted with his sons; all strapping and true blue.
He was a bit light in the belfry, just between me and you….

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