Knights of the Round Roast

rhythmic medieval lute and drum

August 10th, 2024suno

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[Verse] Ye knights so gallant, in halls grand, ye boast, But round thy table fat, who trims the roast, Thy lance be dull, thy wits a ghost, In fair tournaments, always last, ye post. [Verse 2] Sir Tristram, claimeth valor, doth he please? Yet in thy armor dents, akin to cheese, Maidens laugh, upon thy knobbly knees, Yea, prowess rare as winter May breeze. [Chorus] O knights of renown, thy fame be a jest, In thine own tales, thine heads swelled, not blessed, In combats fierce, ye art but second best, Round table revels, in jest, all confessed. [Bridge] Lo, Sir Gawain, chivalrous til ale spills, Til dragon's breath ficeth his waning skills, Merlin's magics cannot cure thy ills, Echoes at Camelot’s walls, laughter fills. [Verse 3] Sir Lancelot, doth woo, Guinevere's heart, Yet fails to draw blade, in crucial start, Ye teach love's game, not warrior's art, In thine own myths, playeth smallest part. [Verse 4] Sir Percival, thine quest, epic fail, Seeketh grail yet finds but pottage pale, Mighty in tales, but in truth, sails frail, Ye knights of yore, naught but wind and sail.

Knights of the Round Roast

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