POETRY CORNER

They came hot on the heels of Knightmare’s first-ever winners, but series two’s Tony and his young team didn’t quite meet the same standard.

Four boys arrived from Kentish lands,

At the quest to try their hands.

Olgarth’s challenge gave them wings,

But scorpions have deadly stings.

Skill, not luck, was their egress,

They had to win a game of chess.

Beauty’s Gretel’s one desire,

Wings were cooked o’er Mildread’s fire.

Down the wellway Tony struts,

Right into some churning guts!

After this digestive stint,

Merlin gave a cryptic hint.

Over cogs and rocky vale,

An oracle told quite a tale.

But, alas, a hint was missed,

And Tony didn’t get the gist.

Without kid gloves, the bony fey,

Blocked completely the right way!

The left-hand door they had to take,

The team had blundered, no mistake.

And so it came as no surprise,

When Mogdred laughed at their demise.