Oh valiant brave

The damsel gave

A kiss to him for luck

You know that kill

Was such a thrill

I need a decent fuck!

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Part of the Fairy Tale Stories. Not a series, but a group of related tales

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In days of old

When men were bold

And Arthur was the king

Sir Lancelot

The knight was hot

And he'd tried everything

Then one hot day

While on his way

Back home upon a wagon

He saw a girl

With golden curl

Escaping from a Dragon

Behold! He cried

His smile wide

And proffered up his sword

Your fiery breath

Will be your death.

He stood, and charged, and roared

He faced the beast

Feared not the least

And drove the sword with power

The dragon bled

And soon was dead

As Lance stood like a tower

Oh valiant brave

The damsel gave

A kiss to him for luck

You know that kill

Was such a thrill

I need a decent fuck!

I cannot do

that thing to you

But get that clothing off,

I'll rub your tits

And other bits

And quickly suck you off

Your cock is hard

You rhyming bard

And that is what I need

I'll just lie down

Upon the ground

And let you be my steed

I cannot fuck

It's such bad luck

I'm promised to another

I can only screw

With her, not you

A curse from her own mother

If I should try

She says I'll die

My aching cock will burst

And acid cum

Inside your plum

Will make the union cursed

My throbbing knight

This is not right

I want so much to squirm

And wriggle round

Upon the ground

You in me, hard and firm

I would as well

The truth to tell

I'd love to penetrate

To do the deed

And give my seed

My lust to demonstrate

It's just not fair

For you my dear

Are horny as a goat

And I want you

To fill me true

I'm randy as a stoat

But say, dear girl

Of golden curl

This curse involves the join

Of my big pole

Inside the hole

Deep down within your loin

What if instead

I placed my head

Down there between your legs

And stroked your mound

My lips profound

My tongue, my body begs.

Well I suppose

If that all goes

The way you doth describe it

My clit will grow

My moisture flow

Without your cock inside it

So come on then

My cursed friend

I'll lay down on the cart

And you can show

To me you know

This sacred princely art

Well thank the lord

With that accord

She promptly whipped her bloomers

Down off her hips

And spread her legs

Confirming all the rumours

Our rigid knight

Put up no fight

But moved his mouth up to

Her glistening slit

And did his bit

His tongue to pseudo-screw

Our damsel fair

Her underwear

Flicked off into a bush

Was soon so hot

She couldn't stop

His tonguing in her tush

She wriggled some

And clenched her bum

And told him now to hurry

Her loveliness

In such a mess

Her nerve ends in a flurry

He licked her clit

And then sucked it

His hands grabbed on her bum

His tongue was quick

Her clit to flick

He wanted her to come

She thrusted then

And thrust again

Gyrations most becoming

She squeezed his head

Oh fuck! she said

Her whole hot body coming

God, that was hot

Our Lancelot

Said to his gasping fan

'Twas good, my knight

But to the right

Here walks my other man!

You'd best leave now

I made a vow

I'd not dishonour him

Quick, my clothes

It'll come to blows

He'll kill you on a whim

I know you missed

On being kissed

Down there between your thighs

You never planned

To use your hand

To give yourself a rise

But tonight you must

When thoughts of lust

Fill your head with want

Think of that pole

Deep in my hole

And stroke it, nonchalant

And come my knight

All sticky white

As though we did it here

My mound on you

As I come too

And never have a care

The dragon's dead

His blood flowed red

You rescued me from this

My husband still

After the kill

Permits a little kiss

She pecked him then

But finished when

Her husband came in sight

She couldn't bear

To have Lance here

For then he'd start a fight

Go now my love

And with a shove

She pushed him on the cart

And slapped the horse

Which was of course

Too eager now to start

Our Lancelot

He'd had his shot

And outwardly he'd blown it

But she was right

When came that night

He'd thought of her, and stroked it

He came with vim

So unlike him

When thinking of her face

Her hair, her eyes

Her groaning cries

And then her other place

And sprayed so hard

His penis jarred

All in his sleeping fur

And thought again

Rememb'ring when

He'd nearly come with her

Oct 2008
Light, humerous, well written.

Oct 2008
I friend is out of state and enduring a stressful time. I sent this to her, with the hope it takes her mind off of the stress for a few minutes.

Oct 2008
Oh. Good 1. :) i liked it.

Oct 2008
A fine twist on the blanc fleur myth!

Oct 2008
This is both good and bad at the same time. You were right about its being rude, but it most assuredly doggerel.
      GBF: You can't say you weren't warned. :-)

Jul 2008
And the poem was actually superb. Rivals anything by that poetess, Anne Tyson.

Apr 2008
but I digress, the main point of this e-mail is to say" THIS IS AWESOME!"--no five syllable words needed there. simply, awesome.

Mar 2008
This is what the furtive scribbles on the stall walls in the public loo all aspire to...

May 2006
I'm surprised...I like it!
      GBF: Proof that it doesn't need to be good poetry. :-)

Nov 2005
disgusting and humorous at the same time.
      GBF: Humorous, and get a three? :-(

Aug 2005
I'm not a poet but enjoyed your little poem. It sure if different from anything I have read befor about Sir Lancelot!
      GBF: Hey, neither am I, but I enjoyed writing it!

Jun 2005
I love it! I love it! I love it!
      GBF: That doesn't rhyme!

Jun 2005
My oh my, you clever guy! Your wordsmithing is an art! Your ribald rhyme is sure to prime this torrid, tawdry tart!
      GBF: Ha ha. That's very good!

Apr 2005
What Poetry!
      GBF: :-)

Apr 2005
Well, as for erotic poetry, this is about the finest I've ever read. Realistically describing the 'dirty deed' by way of rhyme would almost seem impossible to me - -but you did it. Very nice job, I know it's difficult to write but I'd be pleased to see mo
      GBF: More? Look, this isn't poetry. It's a thinly disguised joke. Ask a poet! :-)

Mar 2005
Hmmm, I am going to tell the truth on this story, to me it was a lil stuipd. It was rude, I guess suppose to be a poem but turn another way I don't know.
      GBF: Well, you don't have to like them all. I would have preferred that it was silly, but that's okay. :-)

Mar 2005
Seeing that you narrated an erotic story with a few rhyming, but coherent phrases...I'd say that is pretty impressive. Or does that mean I'm easy to please? Whatever the case, I give 10's if you can make me squirm! ;)
      GBF: I take is scaring you with spiders doesn't work? :-)

Oct 2004
Great story (as always) Funny idea Just a few Rhymes that need working again i suppose.
      GBF: Bit late for that, I think

Sep 2003
It's not Shakespeare, but I might compare it to Lewis Carrol! It's a fun read.

Sep 2003
well done!

Jul 2003
you're a genius! you really had me rolling (i'm still grinning). anyway, i just had to tell you how you made me laugh. Thanks

"Funny, and clever. It could stand (as it were) up there alongside Eskimo Nell and the Good Ship Venus."
      GBF: Somehow I think not, but thanks for the vote of confidence.

Truly outstanding! And very humorus."