Sir Albert Street of Eccles
had problems with his kit
Bits of rust had started to form
collecting lots of grit
and up there in the town’s castle fort
Sir Albert he sat in his keep
doing running repairs to his chain mail
and occasionally he did weep
For the townfolk their blood it did boil
when Sir Albert asked for some cash for oil
so instead he used some kitchen grease
to hold up the rust and give him peace
But one morning – i think it were monday
a posse it came by the town
Shouting “Sir Albert, you’re leaving your keep
we’re going to take you down”
But wait – as the old knight peered at the floor
Rusty sharp shards covered window to door
So down towards mob rusted metal was thrown
and to the mob, the portcullis – albert and pages did show
The Inkwell 