Twelfth Century Serfs' Lament

[dcmarti1]

Twelfth century serfs' lament

(A comic and homonym dirge)

Alfred:

Although he gave us clothes to wear
We dared not hunt nor poach his deer,
But when we sought his daughter dear
She'd ask but only when and where.

Baldwin:

First-son will be a thorny heir
And yet we must affection feign.
The youngest we with ardor fain,
Till greed do make a mind to err.

Cudbert:

We always did his temper bait,
For few leisures were we allowed.
And so for spite we said aloud,
“Old Death would ne'er his anger bate.”

Dunstan:

We watch and wait upon his bier
And though this chapel is quite bare,
We are enough to coffin bear --
Since in his will for us there's beer.

 

[fdelano]

Life-long imbibers will go to any lengths to slake the never-ending thirst. Perhaps I'll go out with a sign, "Will loaf for beer." Enjoyed.

[dr_con]

I laughed! I find this a remarkably done comic piece, well executed and one of the hardest tropes to do (comedy). Well Done Doc!

[Frank E Gibbard]

Very much admire this piece a Chaucerian touch I perceive, v. amusing. marti. (Frank).

[dedalus]

Nicely done, with a clever but simple rhyming scene!

[Benjamin]

Deceptively simple and very well done! My first chuckle of the day attracted a suspicious look from the wife.. which I'll explain at length over a drink later :+) Cheers! B.

[dcmarti1]

Thanks, Frank, dedalus, & Ben. Chaucerian is a VERY big compliment.

[moonqueen]

I do savor pieces that demonstrate the complications of this language I love. Very nice job and I must say you have far more discipline than I.

mq

[dcmarti1]

I do savor pieces that demonstrate the complications of this language I love. Very nice job and I must say you have far more discipline than I.

mq

 

Discipline? Nah, I am just wound rather tightly. ;)

 

But thank you!