Sunken Into The Lake Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Lancelot of the green heart and other
Immature words—
Had an illegitimate son as pure as many gods—
Who sat with the bangle tigers
As he ate his lunch of peanut butter and
Jelly at the zoo—
Galahad was the boy of Timbuktu—
Chosen by the angels to tie his shoe,
And quest for the Holy Grail:
It's what he did,
And this much is true—
He found it he, did,
But I don't know where—oh if—
Oh if I only knew—

I wouldn't have to bet on the races
Or go to work in the zoo—
But I've lost my habit of knowing what
I'm doing and my wife
Run away with my shoe.