ODE TO LORD RAOUL
When Lord Raoul was just a page
He was tall, even for his age
He made his home at Goldenlake
At every task he took the cake
In the prince he found a friend
And Rolon's nose he loved to bend
But once the prince became the king
Raoul got up to dance and sing
Jon 'pointed him Knight Commander
Of the King's Own, disband her?
No, for Raoul was wise and kind
A better group you could not find
For doing great deeds for King Jon
Malorie's Peak is his new lawn
His boasts don't have any filler
Goldenlake the Giant Killer
He had a squire, he name was Kel
And from her horse she rarely fell
Unless she tilts against Wyldon
For then she's really, truly, done
Himself he could not find a mate
At balls he would always be late
And all the Match-Making Mamas
Scared him into using commas
Much thanks to Kel's intervention
With Buri he spends his pension
And now that he has found a wife
He shares a goodly, happy life.