I will sing you a tale of King Arthur
and Uther Pendragon, his father,
in the language of Limerick.
which will nigh make you very sick,
and make your lips froth in a lather.

You will hear of his wife, sweet young Guinevere,
not so much, for with sword she was rarely there,
and misogynist writers
wrote all about fighters,
and jousting a-horse, and of drinking beer.

Brave knights such as Tristan and Lancelot
will appear in this history quite a lot
in their search for the Grail
at which all of them fail,
except for Sir Galahad (what a twot!)

But there was one knight left untold
in those previous tales of the bold
and brave knights of the table
which was round, quite unstable -
One Frankie the fearless: Behold!

And you’ve heard how this tale of woe ends
Arthur dies with his knights and his friends,
killed by Mordred the traitor,
who says “See you later”
But Art strikes him back, makes amends.

So now I have ended this prologue,
You must start on Booke One, or else leapfrog
All the way to the finish
where my Lim’ricks diminish.
Oh go on! Decipher the whole hog.
 

                                   23 May 2024