The rewrite is slowly coming along but I used to find these a lot easier to do. Mind you that could just be the subject, toooo much material

Bravely bold Sir Robin
One day the Ginger ShamblesRode forth from Camelot.
Strode forth from GubalotHe was not afraid to die,
Oh brave Sir Robin.
He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.
Nick, Nick, Nick, the Ginger ShamblesHe was not in the least bit scared
Buggered up his orderTo be mashed into a pulp.
When he went to shop onlineOr to have his eyes gouged out,
Ran from burning microwavesAnd his elbows broken.
And exploding badgersTo have his kneecaps split
Spent a thousand snottersAnd his body burned away,
On a tatty little rugAnd his limbs all hacked and mangled
Brave Sir Robin.
His head smashed in
And his heart cut out
And his liver removed
And his bowls unplugged
And his nostrils raped
And his bottom burnt off
And his pen--
"That's... that's enough music for now lads,
*** there's dirty work afoot*** ???."
Brave Sir Robin ran away.
("No!")
Bravely ran away away.
("I didn't!")
When danger reared it's ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled.
("no!")
Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about
("I didn't!")
And gallantly he chickened out.
****Bravely**** taking ("I never did!") to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat.
("all lies!")
Bravest of the braaaave, Sir Robin!
("I never!")