Archer of the Forest

Deep in the forest Outlaws lie in wait For well off noblemen Their monies to take They steal from the rich And share with the poor How long can they hide In their forest so pure This band of commoners Go against the grain The Sheriff of Nottingham To have them slain The followers who follow These outlaws so bold To introduce them Your about to be told There's Little Joan A girl so large She bowls men over With the strength of her charge Then there's Touch The Miller's daughter Who keeps doing things She shouldn't off aught to Willena Scarlet Demanded clothing and a horse If this never happened Her language became coarse Not forgetting Nena the nun Whose amazing beauty Made the enemy run And the last of the gang Butler Bill Whose amazing weaponry Made this leader shrill You've met her gang Now meet their leader She's Robyn Hood An out and out heart bleeder Dressed in black leathers Low cut front Cleavage guys die for Which makes them grunt It's not the poem You thought it was But why the change Och, just because http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour.php