Of the joust, proclaimed Gallant Sir Guffins,
“With each vict’ry, my fortitude toughens!”
In his cups, though, he’d say,
Where his heart truly lay,
Was in farting upon English muffins.
And as errant air blared from his fanny,
Bid the Knight (with no absence of canny)
To his squire “Egad!
Henceforth, butter these, lad,
Ere ye nooketh them into mine cranny!”