polkadotted paladin I
the polkadotted paladin must defeat this, his mighty foe
bespeckled with polychromatic majesty, he ventures a "Hello?"
his steed the clever unicycle, he rolls in for the final blow
the lives of valiant clowns more adventurous than we know?
he wields a loud black horn, not a great white lance
his face is painted, his wig a rainbow, he's funny at a glance
his smile wilts not a whisker! for that, there's not a chance
his victory is celebrated in a little song and dance.
j n m ( m n j )
"You're just an acronym. I will have nothing of it. You lose."