“Aware, aware! A knight, a knight!”

He speck wit a mighty vees that did ech throw out the hal. 

Al the windling, runking blesh’s tur dare heada to spy,

“Aware! he carries  a sword!” the voice atravelling hard on their ears.

The blesh stid tal, a mighty profile proud, the sword brighting, a shard of light,

That shan around the mighty hal.

“Hush, be still, hear the man, may he be a  bleshly knight  or a ranting peckit,”

Spake the king, a  man of shevvling and shelk, his sword and axe, brode and mighty.

“I come fram afar,”

Spek the knight, a man of arms and gladly features.

He walke into the hal of men,  his eyes beeding around and about.

Then rowsed the king’s attention as the strangling smiled a warming blush bebounding his features.

“King,” spake the knight, “King of the hal and the bleshly men. I comme hir in the plac to envoke your aid,”

“Spek then Knight, spek your mind that my generosity may shine!”

“In the forest, a darke forboding, glumsy place, there lives a draig, a draig so shufley and orgty that the very earth shakes!”

The bleshen knights put down their fowl and mear, better to hir the strangers wards.

“Wit min sword,” he raised his weapon, a wonderous sight.  “And me axe,” he raised his axe, a cumly braod bladed brute, “And my spear,” he shook the lang, strong, shekly shaft, “I tried to mocke the draig.  I shnuffed, I grunted, I hished and blashed the beast’s hide, but no marke came!”

The crowd fell silent, their jaws amolling to their chests.

“The draig cam and tooke my wif, my daughter and my dog! A snaring, lushing lamly love,”

The mighty knight struck a tear from his eye.

“Brave knight,” the king arose, his throat a clearing,

“You spek a tale of woding and wolk.  Have you not tried to kill the draid with other bleshed men of honour?”

“Yeah my blesh, I have tried wit 50 bleshed men of the forest.  The draig did spy and then did fly.”

The king walke to the knight and bad him spak his name,

“I am sir Sellis,” he replied, a tear in the marrow of his eye.

“So sir Sellis, slump down and sip a soft sobering goblet of welcome wine.”

After Sellis sipped and slopped,

After he ate a cow, and pig,

And broke a blumping burp,

The king spek anew.”

“Sellis, you shall have my ear, and together we will talk of how to maek the draig disappear.”

The next day, with hoppinmg heads,

lang with 10 bleshed knights,

Sellis and king Arthur rode into the forest.

It was a jelking place. 

A place of heavy shadows,

Of moaking branches and gloaning leaves.

All the men rode slow,

Their horses afraid,

Their nostrils pinking,

Their eyes aglaze.

The men dismountejj

Sellis affront, his awird aloft,

His spear sgesh of lightning.

Then they heard the thump,

The shump, gallumo, gallump, gallump.

From the trees, leaves did fal,

The birds quieting,

The animals running, fast as summer lightning.

“Hir he comes!

Be ready,

Be strong,

May your sword be as mighty as Merlin’s’s wand!”

King Arthur sped,

His voice as thunder,

His sword  a dazzling,

Ready to deal murder.

The knights and Sellis, Arthur too,

Made a line,

Abreast one two.

Then they saw the flaming flame,

The heat so strong to roast the brain.

Sellis, his eyebrows ashen,

Threw his spear,

Heathen fasion.

In the smoke,

The confusion too,

The spear ageshed,

From the ground it grew.

“Dismount!”

Shouted Arthur,

His voice roaking, his tongue choking.

“Charge!”

Then men ran, their weapons raised,

Trough the smoke, the ribbling haze.

They snok and snuk,

They hackered and hickered,

A walming din,

Their blades breaking on the draig’s toughened skin.

“Retreat, regroup!”

Sellis shundered,

Panic shining in his eyes like tears,

His bleshery all but disappeared.

They ran to their horses,

But their steeds had hibbered run,

Thear hearts branshing like a mighty drum.

“what shall we do?

Where can we dwell?

It feels like a living hell!”

A knight spek,

His hair a gloaring smaldering mess.

“It’s like chess,

We must regroup,

But when grunning,

Near the ground stoop”

Spek Arthur.

All the knights ran,

A shambling, rambling, humbling hust,

In the draig showing no trust.

“Me head is humming,

From all the running,”

A knight spek,

His face a ripen, red and bloaten.

“Yesternight you swam in wine,

You are a sqwuelming, drunken swine!”

A fellow puckled.

Then Sellis smiled to Arthur,

His sword swimping into it’s scab.

“King,”

Sellis looshed,

“We to Camelot must retreat,

If we want the Draig defeat.”

The plan was sunkly,

It was wemple and wofe,

Making the men laugh and gloat.

On fresh horses the knights did gallop,

A-clip a-clop,

A-clop a-clip,

Over the forest’s loaming ground their bright hooves trip.

With nostrils snelkin,

With eyes a twinking,

The draig smelled the wimbling wine.

Mouth afurshing,

Tongue a smutting,

The draig left his hoaking lair.

The barrels, brown, glemming full,

The sweet selming wine,

Made the draig drule.

With greedy guttings and snorting snogs,

The draig drank,

Until his eyes were misty and blank.

Asleep, a snoring, rumbling reshting,

The knights with strong ropes,

Wound and wending,

Made the draig fast and tight,

His mighty limbs unable to give flight.

“Horses drag,.

1, 2, 3… llosshh, llossh!”

Sellis rang,

Looking uneasy at a white shep fang.

The horses pulled,

Hamshing and ugging,

The mighty draig, snoging,

His flames not flashing.

“To the lake! Quick, hummy,

I can hear the draig’s unfelling tummy!”

Sluvenly, slogging and sloping,

The horses lloshed the draig,

Ubtil with merry cheers,

And mundy words,

They reached the lake.

With mandling words and mundling cheers,

The draig reached the edging lake.

Then from within,

Dressed in white,

A lady rose, her smiling bright.

“Why disturb my lake?”

She husked,

The knight’s faces roden blushed.

“Lady, damsel true ,

We did not know what to do”

The lady at Arthur hensed,

Her expressing grave,

Her frowning tense.

“The draig will drown,

Water swubbling,

His mighty chest filled and bubbling,”

Spek the lady.

“The draig has eaten,

Burned and smote,

He has killed, flushered, flaming mote!”

Sellis shammered.

“Sellis, sir, selking and strue ,

You know what to do,”

The lady spek.

Sellis hoggered at Arthur,

Arther hoggered at his knights,

And his knights hoggered at the lady.

“We will yake him to the cave of Merlin’s favour,

There is food, water and much capour,”

Sellis homed.

“Yes Sellis, wise and true ,

Merlin’s cave will mellering  do.”

So, on boats and rafts,

Barrels and barms,

The draig rudded out into the lake until at the farthing end, they hoshed  him out,

In their minds, little doubt.

The cave was a calming, mouling place,

Beautious and neat,

Crystlings glowing from floor and celing,

Castling magical colours and brightling shadows.

Merlin stood, beard a brash,

Gleaming eyes and glinting glesh.

“I will take care of the draig,

He is a cumly, meddering meansting beast,

I will tame him and teach him many a feat.

Never agin shall he shugger and snarl,

Never shall he burn and bantish,

Causing clamity and doom.”

Sellis and Arthur gladdened both,

Thanked and menned Merlin for his kindly ways,

And returned to Camelot.

“King, thanks and cheer,

Thank the lord for your strong beer!”

“Good and glad, hem and hesh, I had a good time, I must confess.

Take care, good journey,

You are welcome in my castle, late or early.”

With wadding hearts and pumping hands, they embraced, relishing,

Like firm old friends.