Sir And His Lady Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Lancelot speaks
forty words:

Prima-donna of the lake
Changing colour as the linnet
Around me you flutter
Is love just a gimmick?
My Easter poem is for you
And my heart is within it
I adore you my sweet
With desire quite unique.

Prima-donna speaks
forty words:

Lancelot of the Lake
My love is no gimmick
Oh my hero-potentate
Your heart I must win it.
My Easter song is for you
With sincerity I sing it
So let's dance to the beat
And make Easter complete.