O Camelot! O Camelot!
The winds have changed, the land got hot!
Though dromedaries are quite neat,
A bactrian's hard to unseat,
And so the knights still joust a lot.
At banquet feasts, the men are found,
And like the table, they are round.
The reason they are heavy-set:
Girls now see knighthood as a threat;
Who lives life chaste and honor-bound?
Sir Galahad, a handsy lad;
His boasting made the maidens mad.
Now saddled with the cursed #metoo,
Chivalrous days of riding through,
He gardens, in his armor clad.
And then there is Sir Lancelot
Sad, as he aged, he weirder got.
Exchanging quests for lowly toils,
He traveled far just lancing boils,
Relieving pustulence and rot.
And Arthur lost what he held dear:
His lovely bride, his Guinevere
The evil witch, Morgana Fay
Transitioned her without her say,
And as a knight she does appear.
O Camelot! I just cannot
Believe the damage time has wrought.
And now the lady of the lake:
A charlatan, a fraud, a fake!
Ran off with Merlin, on his yacht.
Categories:
sir galahad, fantasy, silly,
Form: Quintilla
~ SIR GALAHAD's RETURN ~
Sir Galahad's returned to life
Hurrah! Huzzah! and Yippee-Yay!
He's bought himself a hunting knife...
Strange appetites of steeds these days
Demanding noodles, but not hay
Announcing in the village square
"I've come to catch a yeti live
So pray for me a simple pray'r
That I, and not the yeti, thrive"
Sir Galahad, upon his steed
Doffed his visor, then off he rode
The village folk did pay him heed
They prayed a heartfelt plea and crowed:
"Please God, this knight not catch his yeti
~ We haven't any more spaghetti"
-- Iambic Tetrameter (Mostly) --
Categories:
sir galahad, adventure, food, for him,
Form: Sonnet
Why did this happen; how can I survive
A son should never die before his mum
One day so alive; next day you have died
Forty nine years young; life has gone my son
Your own son now a man of twenty one
his heart is crying out for you his dad
She yearns for cuddles she will never have
your sweetest girl; her heads in such a whirl
A wife sheds tears for her Sir Galahad
'Mum, you okay' ~ my mind starts to unfurl
Categories:
sir galahad, bereavement, death, heartbreak, mother
Form: Dizain
I don't wear glasses in shades of rosy pink
and I don't believe that fairytales come true.
But when I dip love's pen into indigo ink
I create the man I desire. Could he be you?
I sketch with words, the traits I most admire,
Honesty, loyalty, with a dash of quirky sense.
Give me a soft sweet kiss, set my soul afire
Converse with me with lucidity, intelligence.
I'll be at your side, your warrior princess,
riding into adventures with my Sir Galahad.
I offer romance, roses, and feminine bless
dressed in lace, I'll be sweet Victorian clad.
I'll loose my hair beneath the silver moon;
lean in soft against your masculine chest.
Come hither, do not fear the windy dunes
They'll soon abate once passion has its rest.
I don't wear glasses in shades of rosy pink
but I do love quills, in softly colored ink.
If there's a chance you have such knightly qualities,
Would you be interested in sharing life's frivolities?
~A collaboration of Mystic Rose and Lin Lane~
December 15th 2015
Thank you so much, my sweet talented, Vienna,
for your romantic visions and soft shades of ink.
Categories:
sir galahad, romance,
Form: Romanticism
With the wisdom in my heart I must agree
For at times it knows what I cannot see.
People in my life may come and go,
But only a few I want to get to know.
Sincerity is the most admirable trait.
That's my thought; not open to debate.
In a woman, it's apparent in her every word.
In her writing, her love and kindness is heard.
She shows signs of being humble and meek,
She's the kind of friend I will always seek.
In a man, there are qualities I admire and embrace.
Vestiges perceived though I've not seen a face.
A touch of Robin Hood, Braveheart, Sir Galahad.
I'd be a loyal friend of this combination of a lad.
If you find such a person it quite likely is a sign
that such people can be found, even if it's online.
Categories:
sir galahad, friendship, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Sir Lancelot was the greatest
Sir Gawain was the soundest
Sir Galahad was the purest
Sir Cumference was the roundest
Categories:
sir galahad, funny
Form: I do not know?