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A tale from the Forest of Ardent.......

Deep in the forest someone stirred
at the twitter of a little bird
disturbed above her leafy bower.
" Oh Cometh the man and Cometh the hour !"
Thus ran the maiden's happy thought,
she looked upon the gifts she'd brought.
Fresh laundered hose , and food and wine
"Now very soon he will be mine!".

Indeed, as branches seemed to part
there stood the outlaw of her heart.
Arrayed in costume made to blend
with all the colours trees attend.
She waited for his words of love
(the bird still watching up above).
And falling to her knees, in joy,
did peep up with a look most coy.

" My lord and master, you're in luck
I've brought some liquor and a duck
it's plucked and cooked and we shall eat
and then my bottom you can beat"
(Oooh no!, that isn't what she said
how ever came that in my head?!
That latter speech I will amend
but p'raps not till the story's end.)

They feasted long, and did consume
their wine. Then kissing, did resume,
where they left off the previous day
when passion's potent needs did play
upon their hearts and on their loins.
And for neither love, nor any coins,
could anyone disrupt this scene
no husband, wife, could come between.

to be cont'd.

pmsl Rose )))))

OK you have my undivided interest now....lol

x

Will this have a happy ending LOL

I am so relieved that there is no need to pluck the duck! )))

I love poetry :o)))

Alas, their joy was premature
( it can be treated I am sure)
For down the forest path did come
the Sherrif with a hunters' gun.
(A new invention for the times,
but my poem doth have need of rhymes).
" Gadzooks! " The Sherrif said with glee
"what sport this doth provide for me"

" This lover and his wench thus found,
like foxes , I have run to ground.
Their 'jeux d'amour' in shotgun's sights
Methinks I have them 'bang to rights".
(The Sherrif you will note has lines
that make him quite ahead of times) .
The lovers leapt, in dissaray,
upon their countenance' dismay.

What happened to the plucked duck? )))

Gadzooks !!!! It wasn't the vino !!!!

That's definately my new favourite word !!! lololo xx

The wench's words rang loud and clear
but didn't reach her lover's ear,
" Run, my love, God speed your way
Tis all the love we'll make today"
Of further talk there was no need
Already gone,upon his steed
was her lover thus, in mighty haste
no fond goodbye, no time to waste.

Dear reader fair with patience wait
for further news upon the fate
of unplucked duck , there's more to tell
it is not yet this poem's knell.
But even poets must attend
to little duties now and then.
Washing , must be done alack
or 'mother/ poet' gets the sack

Fair Rose, I fear the time draws near
When I away to friends (quite near)

Upon my return, I await the fate
of Peking Duck, upon the plate!

Tis criminal to leave it there,
whilst wolves and foxes take their share:

xxxx

Now where was I...

The Sherrif stood , his gun in hand
it was the best in all the land
And made the maiden quite aghast
though she stuttered out some words at last.
" It isn't weally what you fink
just a respite from the kitchen sink,
my husband you won't surely tell?
He may consign me then to Hell"

" And being as he is a friar
he wouldn' like a little liar"
Her eyelashes she sweetly fluttered
though the truth behind the eyes was shuttered.
Her skirt she smoothed down with a fuss
" Whate'er you saw it wasn't us"
Her protestation, (said with smirk)
"It can't have been 'cos I'm at work"

The Sherrif pulled out his nice new spanner
(bought specially to fix his Scaner):

"Too late, young Miss", was his retort
"Your 'usband's not a rotten sort!"

"He should be told, should Friar Tuck,
what happened to his Peking Duck"

ROFL Jac :))

Very good, prose, content etc :-)

"Forsooth kind Sir, pray do not tell
Me 'usband, he'll play merry 'ell!

The duck I plucked was for his dinner,
Sire - I am an awful sinner!

He'll have my hide for this I know
He'll have to make do with some Crow!"

*slaps gold star on thread*

xx

Wicked girls absolutly wicked

another gold star ****

"No" said the Sherriff, red with rage
"Crow is passe, don't you know?
Friar Tuck should have some duck
not some old bird, nasty muck!"

"But Sire", said she of dubious morals
"Friar Tuck is out of luck - My lover's
taken all the duck"

"What shall I do? where shall I go
to get more duck for Friar Tuck?"