Good Knight Poem by Terry Robert

Lancelot went thro' the lists ticking off heads,
lost count of how many he'd had in his beds,
handing a garter to the queen was wrong gender,
although he supposed that she could return to sender.

That brat Ivanhoe often arrived to spoil the party,
anyway with that winning demeanour he looked tarty,
different generations linked them historically together,
so check your history, it happened, don't say never.

For the purpose of this treatise, make it same time,
have you never felt that someone was friend of mine,
imagine you were illegal, free for all later,
who programmed you, where was the instigator?

How would you have coped thro' -
thought not quite right,
he was tired of body checking and fancied an early knight.