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