The Absolutely Fantastic Adventure of Brave Sir Amos, Knight of the Table Round and Sans Pur et Sans Reproache, (cont'd.)

Headstood he in blasted wood
Knowing that he did no good
To his insides or to his head
So got he to his feet instead
And like the good and parfait knight
He was he thought his hair a fright
So sprang he to his noble steed
Knowing that a comb he'd need
Ere he could to table come
And drink and eat and pound the drum-
Like table with the other knights
And drink, carouse, and get in fights
Until the rosy daybreak came
Bringing o'erindulgence's bane
Calling like the other louts
For aspirin, silence, patience, clouts
For those so much dropped a pin
And death to those who did more sin!
Searched for a comb he high and low
Here and there, above, below,
In and out, around and through,
On stormy sea, in morning dew,
On mountain high, in valley low,
In castle, keep, and bungalow!
And then one day he did espy
A comb that really caught his eye!
Bejeweled it was, in platinum set
Its very teeth as black as jet!
Its rattail of Einsteinium

(This enormous epic will be continued later)

         -- The Epic Of Sir Amos, from "The
         Incompleat Manuscript Works of Geoffy Chaucer"
         (Bawdylian Library, Rayon Herkimer Mss.)