I make no such apology for this riposte; King Richard in one of his rages, Forsook his good lady for ages, He rested in bed, With a good book instead, Or, preferably, one of his pages.
Or this; There was a crusader of Parma, Who went up to bed with his charma, She, of course nude, Said, "Don't think me rude, But please won't you take off your arma?"
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
