The Queen and the Champion

There once was a Queen from Kent, Whose notebooks have yet been rent, Who spent all her time Creating a rhyme, So her kingdom was downward sent... Along came a Champion so proud! But his followers were MUCH too loud! They woke up the Queen, Creating a scene, So her soldiers kicked him 'about'... "Say what!?" Screamed the Queen As she looked him 'between'... "Let him up!" She did order, "And kick one another!" As was the law in 1319... "This man will be MINE," said the Queen, "Yes, this man will be my King! He'll save our dear land, And lend me a hand With a little personal something." SAID THE CHAMPION: "You MUST stop speaking in riddles, my dear, For your words to my mind do adhere! If I'll be your King, Then do this one thing, Or you'll lose me fore'er, I fear." The Queen did her best to adjust, Turning eloquent words into dust... She barely could talk, So her mate she did stalk, And spent her days wrapped up in lust... Her stories are many, I hear, But many are filthy, I fear, So I'll leave up to guess How she got out of her mess, And how her Champion honestly saved her.