Luc Left at Dawn to Save Jerusalem

What now, Marie, she muttered to herself,
Pretend his grunts chantefables for the twelve
Or maybe thirteen minutes I was laid?

And then his battle cry all night! I thought
The ghost of Charlemagne came back to fight
More Saracens! I begged the man to stay,

Take walks with me along the Seine, I said,
And make me babies, but to no avail.
He left at dawn to save Jerusalem.

Ah, silly girl! We were no Heloise
And Abelard before her uncle's men
Made him a eunuch, her a nun, Dear God!

But I would think the Lord knows greater sin
When pointed hats proclaim "Thou Shalt Not Kill"
Is false for them but true for olive skin.

And if I hear another homily
In praise of Deus Vult! I swear by Christ
I'll find a knife to slice the priest myself!