6/21/2024 for Clerimerick Couplets (hybrid form) Poetry Contest
Guinevere Was King Arthur's darling dear, Once day, she said, "I'm sorry M'Lord, I gave your nephew, Mordred, your sword". Mordred was not a man one should entrust. King Arthur was a bit more than nonplussed. Guinevere said, "Don't sweat it", But the king would regret it, As the weasel dispatched him with a thrust. The Knights of the Round Table all missed him and cried - Were Lancelot and Guinivere sorry he died? Well, Sir Lance furrowed his handsome brow, and said "heck, We should legislate a sword control background check."
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