Tom Bell Poet Burlesque

The Flight of Sir Reginald Fleeceworthy

Sir Reginald's armour, a'gleam in the sun,
on the field of battle, he was outshone by none
his sword sharper than most
but once his enemies came over the hill,
he fled like an unworthy host

now Sir Reginald, it seems,
feared not a sword that gleams,
nor axe, mace, lance, nor spear-
but Sir Reginald would admit
one thing that gave him terrible fear,
and this was the sight he saw-
which placed him in fear and terrible awe
not axe, not mace, not lance, nor spear....
but it was the terrible vision in his sight
which gave him such horrific fright...
that was his ex-wife's rotund old rear!!!

so Sir Reginald took flight,
racing off into the night
with that terrible sight in his mind
though you know he feared not the lance
and if you could catch up to him,
and were to ask him by chance
what could make fear so bind
he'd tell you, quite true
coming right out of the blue,
it was the sight of his ex-wife's behind!!!

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