When he was third knight at the Camelot round table…
You’d not even know he was there
But when you hear his sad fable, oh woe, if you’re able
You will agree it’s not he… who’s the square.
But it happened in Sir Arthur’s castle.
King saw the blink ~ knave was thrown in the clink.
Oh, sweet love hath proved such a hassle!
The trumpets blared out and all heard the king shout
For his trusted second hand man
But make haste he did not. And King Arthur was hot.
No knight disobeys his command.
There ensued such a fight and if all things went right
The king would soon forget about him~
Such a conundrum… all marched to their own drum
Without resolution, the knight’s future looked dim.
Though tempers were flaring… Lady G. did the right thing
And from room she slipped out of sight.
Turned key on a ring… then with kiss fit for a king
She bade him go… make haste… now, take flight.
He held her close as he dared; her bravery praised
But, alas, moment and timing not right.
For her love he was crazed but problems it raised
And a daze never makes a smart knight.
So by the time t’was discovered that he was her lover
He was gone. Good – bye. Outta sight.
She wrote him love letters but he soon had to forget her
© Linda J. Pedley