In days of old when Knights were bold
and birds were ten a penny,
I looked for love and I was told
Fair virgins there weren't many.
I took myself off into town
and slurped in local tavern,
found busty blonde and I was shown
the sweetness of her cavern.
Then home I went for I was spent,
in truth I was right knackered.
But Mary sweet said "What a gent,"
and kept me fully wackered.
Please tell me what you think
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This was hilarious and I love the rhyme. Rhyming always seems to make everything even funnier. 
~Cassie
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LOL< again.
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LOL. you're so filled with humor it quite spills out of you Nice rhyme and flow. In our fair country to be knackered is to be .... well, knocked on the head and readied for the butcher shop.
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A funny little ditty this. Thanks for sharing.
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THIS COULD GO ON FOR EVER.
IN DAZE OF OLD AND KNIGHTS WERE BOLD
THE LADIES GAVE OUT FAVOURS
BUT NOT TO UGLY QUANTUM SUFFS
OR FLIPPIN' QUANTUM SURVEYORS. -
You're getting to much rubbish from me, R.
What about:
slackered crackered laquered tobaccored or
"I do feel rather feeble my dear."
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Dearest "R" - but your skill at rhyming is so much greater than mine....heehee.
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Great fun to read!
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lol, funny poem.
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