Sir Rhymesalot

Sir Rhymesalot
Form: Sonnet

A buzzing bee around a honey pot,
the happy sod who wears vibrant 'no-dads'
he dreams of pretty girls, just like all lads,
the noted knight they call Sir Rhymesalot.
No shiny polished armour has he got
nor dubbed by sword in front of royal queen
the metered knight addressed as Mr. Green
has never met Guinevere's Lancelot.
Yet birthday wishes demand I give this shot
and Celtic humour says to take the piss
the daft old bugger who taught me all this,
a gentle bloke who echoes Camelot
A buzzing bee around a honey pot,
that famous knight they call Sir Rhymesalot

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