The Knights Of Abel With Rounds To Spare
The Knights Of Abel With Rounds To Spare
They`re Cain, and they`re not Abel,
They kill routines and bore all scenes
With piece work implacable.
They ate, smelt there, and frowned a lot,
Their kind is hand and sperm a lot.
They`re knights of the dead Abel,
That lowly curséd Abel
In olden times with nursery chrymes
That didn`t quite sink Abel.
They`re Arthur sad in come a lot,
The vas deferens between a wife, and Lot.
Sodom`s Addam; Kuwait assault at Abel,
Eve her unquench she Abel,
`Neath the guests` `Last Supper` quests:
`O Thou Arthur
- transubstantiate Abel.`
She's a busy wife, Sir Lancer Lot,
Bush burning, it did sprake a lot.
- sing to the tune of `Knights Of The Round Table` by Monty Python from Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)