Guinevere's bed

Shall a pale shadow

and she a ghost, a phantom

cost so valiant a king,

whose heart will hold with a promise

and break it with beguiling.

She will betray you with her kiss

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Arms that will hold you,

eyes that have encaptured your own,

in another's arms entwined

making warm with passion the place

where is no promise to bind.

Dying sweetly in the embrace

*

Chivalry begone

with chasing from the kingdom.

Camlan's field will be the site,

the question Guinevere shall pose,

wild the cherry she will bite,

will bitter you too in the throes.

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Was it Caliburn?

taken up for the kingdom

that had brought the victory

or was it honour which prevailed?

the true cause we may now see.

Then cast away the sword that failed.

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Ah valiant heart

will be for a shadow pale,

pierced through with lady's arrow.

When she has made you cuckold,

then Albion's race will know,

for Guinevere's bed they were sold.

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Mist that lays across

not only lake but the realm

now veils from our eyes the view

that noble, which made you great.

The find your strength in virtue,

victory shall not be late.

Teasel Teasel

Tease me with teasel down weasel way

my lover will comb my hair today

if he is gentle and teasels well

I will open my heart, all my feelings tell

If he is rough, teasel will catch

I will show him the door, lift up the latch

If he is foolish, teasel will break

he will forsake me, my heart will ache.

Love's petals bruiséd

Love's petals bruiséd

Betrodden love petals, passion bruiséd

beautiful yet and lovely still

desire pinioned but free in my fragrance

my love no longer may choose it's will

*

I responded to your sunshine warmth

so soon my girlhood unfolded for you

simplicity welcomed, it was no mere show

perhaps now only in fragrance true

*

Swayed by a breeze, it was my foolish pride

which wafted my sweet scent away from you

you, who had divided for me my petals

to effect only a tease to another's view

*

It ought to have been you, my darling love

who had crushed my naiveté, passion's pain

and threw down my softness upon the ground

lovely though folded now, 'gainst the driving rain

*

Breeze carry again my fragrance to you

but be not too tender, nor gentle me so

you caused my surrender to that so brutal

whose bruising desire would not let go

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Flower encaptured but only to you

belongs my blush, which was my earliest trove

holds yet perfume which doesn't lie nor pretend

crushed now by another who holds not my love.

Froggy etiquette

A lady frog what's got no manners

will never find a mate

she has to learn politeness

if she's to get a date (ribbit ribbit)

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She really must get etiquette

for men frogs can be picky

if she don't hop all dainty

courting will be tricky (ribbit ribbit)

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So sister frogs it's down to you

if you would find romance

you have to act and talk all posh

or you won't stand a chance (ribbit ribbit)