Who did to a Lordship aspire
But desire to mate
Led this darn reprobate
In haste to bedchambers retire
When the Lords rode off east to their quest
(And in time had to face dreaded skest)
He ignored his orders
And went to his quarters
Where desires were never repressed
Spoiler
“Oh dear, I am wearing away
The inside of my thighs
Look just like mince pies
For Quagmire won’t shave every day”
What fate for this lover so ardent?
The end of his tale’s quite important
Our oversexed schnook
Got moved to a new book
As Master Eremis of Mordant