Sithen the psychic circus was ceased at Segonax
And Ringmaster rued in rage his Ragnarok
Frey the fearsome flew far forth
And vworping veered to visit Vortigern
Languid lake where legions lurked
And missing missiles a mystery made.
Bitter beer was being brewed –
In ancient alehouse was Ancelyn ambushed
But Mordred’s men met mighty Merlin.
While Brigadier Bambera bedded the blind
bartenders
The Doctor played the spoons
Ace and Shou Yuing went on benders
Morgaine read the runes
And Doris wore suspenders
Once our warrior had watered his wisteria
Lethbridge Stewart lengthened his stride
Leaving safety, looking stern
Calmly clad in cardigan of khaki
A hefty handgun in his holster
By his belt a bag of bullets
Scrambled skywards, soaring in his Sikorsky
...
Yes, I know.
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