The Lady of the Lakeby
TimComment by posthumous: Arthur, upon feeling a great thirst, approached the Lake of Sighs and kneeled before it, but before he could dip his hand into the cooling waters, he saw a shape rise from the deep. 'Twas a Lady of much woe.
Arthur, moved with sympathy for the Lady, who wept not, but whose sardonic smile was certain sign of inner turmoil, asked "What doth distress thee, Fair Lady?"
"Ah, I am sore distressed upon my bodice, which doth make my breasts look funny, and therefore twist my face into this wry position."
"Who hath done this to thee, Fair Lady, to trap thee in this lake and dress thee so funnily?"
"Ah!" sighed the Lady. "Thus is my woe, for I am trapped by Larus the Great, whose magic surpasseth all human courage."