11-13-2021, 02:29 AM
Poets of olde
'for tho my rime be ragged'
sange skelton in his prime
whilst porking the neibor comelie
her loose lockes scattered handsomlie
cloths tattered, jagged
at the scene of the crime -
for 'twas a different time
whenne people shatte in the open
and the great kinge of Copen
hagen, showered but in Aprile
to slake off his grime.
'for tho my rime be ragged'
sange skelton in his prime
whilst porking the neibor comelie
her loose lockes scattered handsomlie
cloths tattered, jagged
at the scene of the crime -
for 'twas a different time
whenne people shatte in the open
and the great kinge of Copen
hagen, showered but in Aprile
to slake off his grime.