A Pyrates Lyf for Chaucer

Arrrrrgh, ye scurvie swabbes. Yt ys ich, Geoffrey Chaucer, Drede Pyrate and Scourge of the Ocean See. Or at leest so ich was…

Henri le Potier

On thyse day, as I coked sop for Joane to eten (she groweth teth, so I maye nat haven hir be nursed muchel mower) I was thinkyng…

Chaus; ower, Shoon

Yeestre day, (ower was hit night?) I notede on myn own journelle that I lyk to buyen chaus. Wel, sin I gan to thinken on the ma…

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 …

Je hai l'Este

A, Sommer. Although hit be ful fair, with al the herbes and tres, and the briddes-song and grene, one may ete naught but chikkon…

Les Lutins a Les Fraises!

It is oonly now that I mighte deign to speke of thyse, so dredful hit was. Went we, my childeren and Ich, to goon and gather…