Good King Winceslass
Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 8:03 pm
Good King Winceslass rode out,
on his Constellation
with sidecar fitted to the flank
a handsome combination.
Brightly shone the stars that night,
glittering like jewels.
When a poor man came in sight,
he'd run out of fuel.
Hop aboard said Winceslass,
offering assistance.
I'll take you to that Esso sign,
lit up in the distance.
After several miles the pair
pulled up on the forecourt,
jerry can filled to the brim
and some sausage rolls bought.
Upon return to stranded bike
the petrol was decanted.
Engine soon coaxed back to life,
the poor mans prayers were granted.
Thank you oh so much my lord,
I'll be forever grateful.
Winceslass said don't be daft,
That's what you've got mates for.
on his Constellation
with sidecar fitted to the flank
a handsome combination.
Brightly shone the stars that night,
glittering like jewels.
When a poor man came in sight,
he'd run out of fuel.
Hop aboard said Winceslass,
offering assistance.
I'll take you to that Esso sign,
lit up in the distance.
After several miles the pair
pulled up on the forecourt,
jerry can filled to the brim
and some sausage rolls bought.
Upon return to stranded bike
the petrol was decanted.
Engine soon coaxed back to life,
the poor mans prayers were granted.
Thank you oh so much my lord,
I'll be forever grateful.
Winceslass said don't be daft,
That's what you've got mates for.