The Quest

they're off to see the wizard
a quest beckons, I'm sure
against a giant lizard
so sings the troubadour

they're leaving on the 'morrow
and can't send their regards
and so to drown their sorrow
strong ale, a deck of cards

the serving wench is comely
she winks, a shake of tail
the knight, no longer glumly
sips slowly on his ale

then grabs her hand and signals
like "do we have a deal?"
she slaps him, "not so simple"
and on his groin, her steel

he kisses her, with feeling
and then they disappear
up for a night of healing
tomorrow'll soon be here