Twas the night before Yule, and all through the Kingdom,

Not a creature was stirring, accept Arthur and Merlin,

Their clothes' they were flung, with not but a care,

Hoping that soon, the other would be just as bare,

Soon they are nestled, all snug in their bed,

With post-cum bliss, going on in their head's

With Merlin in his 'kerchief, (thinks Arthur the Prat),

They cuddle up close, curled up like two cats,

When suddenly outside, they hear a loud clatter,

So they jump out of bed nude, to see what's the matter,

At the window they stand, baring pale flesh,

(With Arthur's poor neck, looking an awful mess),

The moon on the breast, of the Prince we all know,

An interesting view, is observed from below,

But suddenly, in their eyes, a figure appears,

It's Nimueh she's seen them, they cry out 'oh dear',

With a smile on her lips, so devious and slick,

She wonders if they know, she can see lots of dick,

The laughter consumed her, she almost came,

And she waved, and shouted, and called out their names,

"Now Merlin, now Arthur, now servant, now Prince,

On shirt, on trousers, on shoes and make hence,

To the top of that tower, the one that's most tall,

We shall settle this battle, once and for all",

Dry leaves crumple, as hurricane Nimueh flies,

She heads without obstacle, into the sky,

So of course, up the stairs, our fair hero's flew,

Dressing of course, but forgetting their shoe's,

And then all of a sudden, they hear on the roof,

The scratching and pawing, of some poor creatures hoof,

Head out of the window, then turned around,

They can see it was Nimueh making that sound,

So up to the roof, cutting open bare feet,

And with clothes all rumbled, with Nimueh they meet,

A sword and a maze, slung on Arthur's back

Prepared he thinks, from any attack,

But Merlin's eyes twinkle, his smile so cheery,

"Ha!" he thinks, "She cannot defeat me!"

As with a duel, they part and they bow,

And the battle commences, it starts right now,

As Arthur swings hard, Merlin mutters through his teeth,

Using magic's to help Arthur, push her to the concrete beneath,

But she is too quick, she laughs, holds her belly,

She skinny is she; it looks nothing like Jelly,

Soon she returns, to her horrid old self,

But Merlin is quick, he mutters with stealth,

Gold in his eye, a nod of his head,

Down Nimueh falls, and then she is dead,

Arthur heard not a word, thinks this was his work,

He calls Merlin coward, oh what a jerk!

The servant looks sad, gives a sniff of his nose,

But he is joking, this Arthur knows,

So back to bed they go, with a laugh and a whistle,

Feet sore and bleeding, as if stung by a thistle,

But care not do they, as day is in sight,

For what they have done, they deserve a good night!