Knights of Olde
We met a lady,
With a heart of gold
Who runs a place
Called the Knights of Olde
We wandered round
We walked for miles
Then we came across
Some happy smiles
When we called in
We'd have a laugh
With the management
And the waiting staff
The music played
The lovely sound
As we ate the best
For miles around
When we were there
We ate loads
At the best place
On the island of Rhodes
There is one thing
We would like to mention
Thanks very much
For all the attention!
Written byDave Boyce
Bridgend, South Wales
25/06/2004
DavidBoyce©2004
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