Frederick Moxon

“ Bold Sir Christopher Jenkinson Jones.)
But Christopher moaned not one least little mite;
He seized on his lance, tried and trusted,
And just as the beast at his head made a bite,
He punctured its paws, fore, hind, left, and right,
And both of its eye-lamps bangbusted !
Thus crippled, and blind, and exploding with rage,
Did the Automobilicus perish.
(The rest of the tale you have guessed, I ’ll engage:
How the knight was so tired that he dreamed of an age
When rubber-tired monsters would flourish.)
So leave we, where deeply he drones,
Brave Sir Christopher Jenkinson Jones. ”