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Spirited knights from a long ago age
Were transported to this century
Seeing as they had no foe to engage
They moped around aimlessly

Before their doldrums turned to rage
They sought out a job agency
That would strive to find them a good wage
Due to the knight’s urgency

But the hitch in this new age fable
Of which this story is based
Was the shocking headhunter’s cable
That proposed jobs in hazardous waste

It seemed they’d be worth their mettle
So their talent agent thought
Since they sported all that metal
Punctures would be less than naught

As their first foray in this career
Was not what they beseeched
Since hospitals for these cavaliers
Contained a plank with a leech

But they learned to remove harmful gear
Plus organs the size of a peach
And swabs and gloves and what others fear
Like sharps washed upon the beach

One day Galahad’s nose turned runny
Because his health turned frail
Yet what happened wasn’t too funny
When a needle slipped inside his mail

He cried out to his god
I think I’ve reached the end
There’s a germ infested rod
Dispensed in my rear end

Oh, for crying out loud
Yelled Lancelot to his friend
Stop acting so highbrowed
That little prick will surely mend

Yet while the knights gathered around
To strip Galahad’s chain link
They loudly sang to drown the sound
As that knight put up a stink

So the moral of this fable is
That lands on the other side
Albeit fences or era’s ‘tis
Not always greener far and wide

3/10/14
For Francine's Tickle My Funny Bone contest

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