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Lancelot Poems - Poems about Lancelot

Guinevere

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

Categories: lancelot, betrayal, death, humor, myth,
Form: Clerihew

Quincerra and Lancelot

Quincerra queen of the white horse had a full load today
But she made an exception when she heard of the lost foal.
She said, I can easily tackle my list of have-to-dos another day.
For being the savior of the white horses was her ultimate goal.

Lancelot, the white horse, was thrilled to meet his queen.
He knew she

Categories: lancelot, fantasy, rain,
Form: Rhyme

Lancelot Aka- Lance

It was at first glance.
That I took a chance,
Had whirlwind romance, 
And fell for Lance.
Who was from France.
He asked me to Dance,
Then put me in a trance.
Next I started to prance,
A weird circumstance.
He said he did freelance,
And needed a cash advance; 
Was it all happenstance;
that he asked about finance?







Alexis Y.
11/20/2020

Categories: lancelot, humor,
Form: Monorhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Lancelot

what a
pen is
without
a word

what a
night is
without
her

Categories: lancelot, muse,
Form: I do not know?

King Arthur and Lancelot

King Arthur wants to dance

       But Lancelot brought his lance
      
        The King could only prance

Categories: lancelot, dance, england, history, mystery,
Form: Haiku

Sir Lancelot

Jousting only because of the kings pleas,
lanced once too often feeling apathy,
drinking from cup,
holes sprung much,
feeling like a piece of holey swiss cheese.





11-14-16

Categories: lancelot, drink, humor,
Form: Limerick

My Son, Lancelot

My hero of late is my son, Lance.
He's nearly eight years old.
No one can tell him who he is.
My son, you see, already knows.

When others seek to change him,
He clings firmly to his way.
He's not afraid to be himself,
No matter what you'd say.

He's not bound by conformity
He's not hindered by your thought
He likes pink and

Categories: lancelot, boy, father, father son,
Form: Couplet

The Horrible Fate of Genevere and Lancelot

Queen Genevere was held captive in King's Arthur castle,
and locked up in the tallest tower, she sent for Lancelot;
he finally rescued her on a fast horse that loved to trot,
and while galloping into the shadows of the forest...didn't they tremble?
Did she fall in love with Lancelot...because he was the most handsome knight?
Was it his sweet

Categories: lancelot, adventure, anger, art, birth,
Form: Rhyme

Sir Lancelot and the Camel

There was a camel that trots a lot,
He trotted his way from Camelot;
With tasseled fringe and jeweled saddle,
He fiorded rivers with a golden paddle.
Up the dunes and across the sands,
He traversed all the way to Arab lands;
Where there is no water to pump,
So he carries it in his camel’s hump.

On the way from Camelot,
The rider

Categories: lancelot, adventuredrink,
Form: Ballade

Laments, Lady of Charlotte, To Lancelot

In the garbage lilies may bloom
Yet in its odor will always loom
Faint traces of its abused past
Wounds may fade but traces last

Had heaven pity on this fool
And struck her down dead where she lay
That she did not see another day
Mourned in loss and wasted away

If I tore out these eyes of mine
And blinded to the

Categories: lancelot, romancelove, may,
Form: I do not know?

Lucy Lancelot

Little Lucy Lancelot lunching on an apricot,
Looking like a lovely London lady.
Bully Billy Ballantine wants to be her valentine,
But Lucy loves the goodly Graham Grady.

Categories: lancelot, children, love, people,
Form: Alliteration

Sir Lancelot and the Four Knights

Lancelot left his friend sir kay snoring
Took his garment and he wore
He rode into the woods singing
He saw a glade and the quartet as they swore

The quartet,loitering in power thought it was sir kay

Sir Sagramour charged at lancelot, they clashed
Lancelot stood and was down in disgust
Ector carelessly proceeded to him, but was slashed
The third,Sir Uwaine

Categories: lancelot, confusion, funny,
Form: Ballad

Dear Lancelot

You have took what was mine
and to you I feel it fine
for I do not sit and tarry
on the past that makes us werry.

But that lady in whom you trust
may fill you head with hate and lust
So be careful of that Guinevere
It took me only but a year

To find the pain that lies in her
to

Categories: lancelot, allegory, death, love, passion,
Form: Romanticism