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Camelot
O Camelot! O Camelot! The winds have changed, the land got hot! Though dromedaries are quite neat, A bactrian's hard to unseat, And so the knights still joust a lot. At banquet feasts, the men are found, And like the table, they are round. The reason they are heavy-set: Girls now see knighthood as a threat; Who lives life chaste and honor-bound? Sir Galahad, a handsy lad; His boasting made the maidens mad. Now saddled with the cursed #metoo, Chivalrous days of riding through, He gardens, in his armor clad. And then there is Sir Lancelot Sad, as he aged, he weirder got. Exchanging quests for lowly toils, He traveled far just lancing boils, Relieving pustulence and rot. And Arthur lost what he held dear: His lovely bride, his Guinevere The evil witch, Morgana Fay Transitioned her without her say, And as a knight she does appear. O Camelot! I just cannot Believe the damage time has wrought. And now the lady of the lake: A charlatan, a fraud, a fake! Ran off with Merlin, on his yacht.
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