mardi, juillet 04, 2006

My Poetrye

Sin hit be too hoote to goon from the castelle, I have been makynge ordre of my papires and thynges. I founde therein myn poure eldehistorie of Vin Disel that I have yet to fin. Hit hadde therein my moost clever poem, whych Vin Disel singeth to me therein.

Mon chien as pulces, est en mourant de la peste,
For on hys flessh ymaken hem swych feste.
Et si, je suis en mourant, de mon amour de vous –
And in lakkyng yower love, I am anguissous.
Je crie comme mon chien, en la douleurs de mort,
Yet I, myn hound unlike, may be broghtten confort.
O, babie, babie, mighten yow a nighte wyth me enjoy?
A, poupee, poupee, voulez vous coucher avec moy?

Si soit que vous egratigniez ce gale de me,
I shale from that momente yowers everemo be.
Combien que mon chien est mourir, me sauvase;
For hit ben yow that my grevaunces cause,
Et ainsi ce vous estes que guerissent cet.
O! Liste I that yow shoulde maken me bet!
O, babie, babie, mighten yow a nighte wyth me enjoy?
A, poupee, poupee, voulez vous coucher avec moy?


I have been caughtten in plot troubles, so I have nat fined the tale. The eventes therein all be shapen, though. I juste nede to
expresse forwhy Vin Disel hath an Yvel Castelle, and forwhy he chaungeth to a dragon nere the ende.

7 Comments:

Anonymous Rymenhild said...

Thou hast ywriten macaronics.

Ich am in love.

mercredi, 05 juillet, 2006  
Blogger Katherine de Swineford said...

Mmmm, macaronics...

mercredi, 05 juillet, 2006  
Blogger dthomson said...

My owen humbel wordcrauffte inspyred by Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog.


Pellinore’s Heir Recalls his Questyng Beste
as He Counsels Pilgrimage

By Jesu’s holie blod, I nat had seene
That queer elffe arste twain tymes.
Yat once hit aleped that ribbon of rodeway
Acombird by a hart in its serpents hed.
Its haunches, I woll say, were bespotted
Lak some myghte cat sprung of Inde.
Avow me verily, it stretched twentylengths
Of jantylmannes alayd hed to foote.
From its bealy I herd the noyse
Of thirty houndes baying in chase.
In me warre gere I declared to the vermayne
I was lyste to clave a man syzed gobbet
From its God defoyled stretch of flyshe.
Hence I hented mine gysarne olde-seyde
To jowke a hole in the creature no lechecrauffte
Could well amend, as I fyaunced my kin
Who’ve been after this selfsame payne
For tymesince fadirs hav hung tapstrys
On owre own huntying loges.
But for al my ryding and alarum singing,
My beadis brything and cunnygyst warre,
I was overmacched frome the beginnyng.
I ne’er saw syte of hit ageyne.
Lyke my fadirs fadirs fadir I am japer
To this Queste and mine haute astat
To mantayne. What legacy, what curse
To avow. Whyle I woll nat apeche
My fadirs for willying hit to me,
I wondirly wyte the travayle of my blod.
Whatsumever has creatures givyng chase
For diverse worshyps of wordly prayse
Turns jantylmannes to myscreauntes
For ony oder purpyse than what blyndes.
I countir on the mayne mine eyes
And rede ony wyte who woll give me ear
To nat dwyne after each hys beaste
As I have nigh nere ten centrys of wo.
So for goodly Christen felaushyp
And in penance for my own smal fayth
I wend eche morn where fryshe knyghtes
Brake their fasts with stowt cofees
And sweetened breds, where they boste
Thyre latest bouts with buls and bers.
Only lowder than that carpe is the clang
Of theyr brass hangers and theyr gyses.
No comyns ar these sonnes of kynges
From londes far an nere this assure isle
Where strong castles blok owt Gods own sun.
I wod delyver them from theyr doutes
And expowne holie pilgrimage
As I am of theyr parage and mine hondis
Have also ben rent by thos reynes of ambition.
But I am aferde they woll nat ondirstonde
My sermon. May wel be theyr chase
Drenches even the wyse wordes of Holie Writ.
Still, eche morn I return and yild the hilt
Of mine preved swerd in fayth
That one woll I win over in audiens
And so surrender even memory of chase.

jeudi, 13 juillet, 2006  
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Blogger The Reporter said...

Beauteous. It is now clear to me that Shakespeare was entirely a copycat. (Apologies for the uncouth speech.)

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Anonymous Anonyme said...

Maister Chaucer, I loue yower blogge more thann I kan seye. I haue thoghte an idea of a poeme for yow concirninge mattirs occult and fay. Methinks yow coud ycleppen hit "Deuilry of the Londes Oriente" or mayhap "Daemones of the Pockette" or sumsuch thynge.

Yt is aboute an yonge barn who hath muchel lerning of thynges alchemikal and of witchyng craft. He summons various daemones fro hys sorcerous spheeres to do battle and werre ayainst ech othir for hys ysporte. He hath manye aventures acrosse the londes, mount and march, and manye a wilsomme woode. Hys gretest freende is hys magickal rabbyt which hath power to summon grete boltes of lyghtninge fro the skye but which kan oonly seyen hits owen name. I woot hit wolde yputte manye a penny in yower hande.

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