Hazardous Waste Knights

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