"Swithe Me Therefore", Reeks of Spoofery

Hark, ye lovesick heathens
of Castle Anthrax--
your night hath arrived , and
your knight, has arisen!

Anoint him with elderberries
and coconuts, for
your spanks are but flesh wounds
upon his heart of armor.

Rejoice! O'harpies of lust, for
the grail hath fallen into your hands
at last
with a whispered password :

" 'Tis nine meters per hour
as the unladen swallow, flies".