Apologies to those who have seen this before cc PPRune.
A small token of what wasted effort people garner to evolve their Stolkholm syndrome in relation of a wasted organisation and the members of that clique.
Chaucer’smissing
‘LaddesTale’
Three fellowes wenten into a pubbe,
And gleefullye their hands did rubbe,
In expectation of revelrie,
For ‘twas the houre known as happye.
Greate botelles of wine did they quaffe,
And hadde a reallye good laffe.!
‘Till drunkennesse held full dominione,
For ‘twas two for the price of one.
Yet after wine and meade and sac,
Man must have a massive snack,
Great pasties from Cornwalle!
Scottishe egs round like a balle!
Great hammes, quail, ducke and geese!
They suck’d the bones and drank the grease!
(One fellowe stood all pale and wan,
for he was vegetarianne)
Yet man knoweth that gluttonie,
Stoketh the fyre of lecherie,
Upon three young wenches round and slye,
The fellowes cast a wanton eye.
One did approach, with drunkene winke:
“Ello darlin’, you fancy a drink?”,
Soon they caught them on their knee,
‘Twas like some grotesque puppettrie!
Such was the lewdness and debaucherie –
‘Twas like a sketch by Dick Emery!
(Except Dick Emery is not yet borne –
so such comparisonne may not be drawn).
But then the fellowes began to pale,
For quail are not the friend of ale!
And in their bellyes much confusion!
From their throats vile extrusion!
Stinking foule corruptionne!
Came spewinge forth from droolinge lippes,
The fetide stenche did fille the pubbe,
“Twas the very arse of Beelzebubbe!
Thrown they were, from the Horne and Trumpette,
In the street, no coyne, no strumpet.
Homeward bounde, must quicklie go,
To that ende – a donkey stole!
Their hands all with vomit greased,
(the donkey was not pleased,
and threw them into a ditche of ****e!)
They all agreed “What a brilliant night!”