Leave perfection for the world of myth
You will not wake her with a mortal kiss
Princes go dogging and call it a moonlight tryst
Forsake her lips for an artful wrist
The realm of faerie may promise bliss
Through enchanted woods, pursue a tempting miss
With your knobkerrie as thick as a fist
When you touch her skin, she returns to mist
In the olden tales, she would proclaim a list
Of quests to perform and challenges to resist
Knights would go through Hell in the hope of one kiss
While you hold out for a better deal than this
