Damsel in Distress

Sir Fuckalot was playing
With himself at chess
But he got a summons
From a damsel in distress

He heard those plaintive cries
His manhood on alert
He whistled for his charger
And then he hit the dirt

He arrived at the castle
Then rushed up the stairs
Thinking of Goldilocks
And the three bears

It was an anticlimax
In fact there was a snag
No damsel to be seen
Just a bloke in drag

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