There once was a knight named Sir Lancelot.

Instead of a helmet he had a large pot.

And all of his armor was fit on with glue,

He looked kind of crazy, from head to shoe.

In place of his sword he had a long broom;

He had a mop-head instead of a plume.

He had a flock of zebras- he said they were sheep 

He’d tried counting them but it put him to sleep

He lived in a castle made out of toy bricks.

He never saved princesses, only saved sticks.

Sir Lancelot was the laugh of the town.

Though he was a knight they thought him a clown.

He rode a large goose instead of a steed

The knight had gone off the deep end indeed!

He lived in a town named Pagonso McPall

Though the name is quite long, the place is quite small

With a park and a fountain the place was quite quaint, 

But this happy town had an unhappy complaint. 

There lived a fierce dragon outside of the city.

“We should send Sir Lancelot!” agreed the committee.

But destroying the beast was a prevarication, 

Truly they wished him a permanent vacation.

If he did, by a miracle, defeat the beast,

The town committee wouldn’t mind in the least. 

When the crazy knight heard, he shouted, “Why not!

Of course they should send for the brave Lancelot!”

He set out on his goose, accepting the dare.

Then he headed back, he’d forgot to prepare.

He bought an old book, the ride would be long,

And a rusty accordion should the dragon like song.

He picked up some oranges sold on the street,

If the dragon was hungry he’d need something to eat.

If the dragon was mean he packed a long plank of wood,

But most likely the beast was just misunderstood.

At last he was set, he went of down the road,

With a cart strapped to zebras to carry the load.

It was a great sight, and the townsmen came.

To watch the old knight go win glory and fame.

But as soon as he went the men all agreed,

He’d set the town record for craziest deed!

The next day he returned, with his head raised high.

“He’s captured the dragon!” went up the town’s cry.

Lancelot stood ‘midst the glory and fame!

As everyone shouted the famous knight’s name.

How he captured the dragon, still no one knows,

How he caged the beast, the mystery grows.

And as a reward the committee let,

Lancelot keep the beast as a pet.

And up to this day in that very spot,

No one makes fun of Sir Lancelot!

The End