Hen Pectoral Commemorated
Suffolk Asian – who would choose
A styful of the stoutest swine
If yielding up the youngest ewes
Could turn the water into wine
And semen into ooze
Emphysema – who could doubt
But Chaucer had it first
And when he tried to sweat it out
His stomach damn' near burst
With this despairing shout:
'Sodde the miller, sodde the priest
And swyve the Wyfe of Bathe'
He would not yield to man nor beast
Whate'er the aftermath
Or not till now, at least
He wrastled strongly, strongly fought,
And would not bend the knee
To those who prosody once taught
To hapless fools like me
Alliterative without being sought
Contributors: | loaf, Beefy, Apsley, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 30th March 2004 by Anon.. |