General Chat

meanwhile in another glade
her suitor polished up his blade
vowing he would 'run amok'
twixt those who'd stop his run of luck.
"The maids shall pay the final price
for saying things that aren't nice
about good fellows such as I ,
I'll sort them out and that's no lie!"

"Those vixens with their wicked speech
I'll have revenge on all and each.
How dare they say I am a letcher
Frustrated's what they are, I'll betcha!
At least i have my faithful wench
to part with her would be a wrench,
but I would get rid quick, forsooth,
if she ever gives away the truth."

*claps hands in delight......bravo!!!!!!

The Friar stood with arms akimbo
"My wife, you're headed straight for limbo
if all the things I'm told, are true
I'll wash my hands of knowing you!"

"Oh husband dear, don't be absurd
it isn't so , you have my word,
tis just a game what people play
it's they are bad, that's wot I say"

"They all are headed straight for Hell
For being cruel to ikkle 'gel'
they've got me mixed wiv other names
someone who likes playing games.
Which really isn't me you know
besides I am just much to slow
for trickery and base deceit
plus I worship at my Father's seat"

"My Faithful 'eart to you is true
you, 'n' our religion too.
I really just can't be a sinner
Now darlling, erm, about your dinner.....
I gave it to someone in need
desperate for a goodly feed.
Tonight we cannot have, my chuck
your favourite dinner, Peking duck"

The Sherrif said, with wicked glint

"Foresooth Maiden (or is that Bint?)
You are beat - There is no Duck, nor Fowl nor Meat
upon this land where you did caper,
Your lover's gorn - you're on yer own
not even left you with a Bone!

The good man Friar he will learn
of your lover's arm that you did yearn

Unless I have my wicked way,
and you my price will have to pay!"

sorry out of synch - had visitor! lol lol

carry on Jac :)) got to go shopping :)

love it, thank you

Sue x

The Friar's wife, so sweet (but simple!)
thought he meant he could provide
some beef, or lamb or something fried!

She didnt know his plan was just
to have his wicked way, and thus

she said "Kind Sir, if am able
to provide my Friar with a table
fit for a prince to dine and more
of my gratitide you can be sure"

The Sherif, sure that he was "in"
said "Fair Maiden, here's a pin -
now place it on my trusty steed
- fear not that it will rear and buck
he's not the dinner for old Tuck"

The Maiden shrieked, and red of face
said "Sire that is NOT the proper place,
to barbeque a Porkie Banger!"

The Sherrif roared in pain and woe
"I meant my *um, and not my toe"

Your witty ditty ladies dear,

Has made me grin from ear to ear : )))

another gold star xx

*waits for more witty prose......

nudge for a friend

xx

*snorts*

I do love a good allegory.

More, please, Rose and Jac.

Gwynne

wmsl... R and I have just been in hoots... I read it all out loud, lolol

Where have the poets gone?????

More!! More!!

*dries eyes*

Love

Daff xxxxx

Back Daff :))

will settle to it in a bit

xx

Just back in - was visiting the sick and needy)))

Jac xxx

ps - glad the majority are enjoying this, I must say I am! ))))

Enjoying it...never laughed on chat in such a long time


will you both HURRY UP and add to it

As my young son would say...It's Class!!

Meanwhile, at Friar's little hut
the poor old bloke felt such a mut!

Expecting to receive his dinner,
his waistline it was getting thinner!

"Where's me duck?", he roared in anger
"......all I've got is this 'ere Banger!"

"Gadzooks", he cried, "tis mighty strange
the end of this one's got a nail!
Wait til the wench she cometh back
me thinks I will give her the sack!"

Poor soul he hath not got a clue
what his Missus she did do........

He settled down and ate his meal
"perhaps it's a Tesco's special deal?"
he ruminated!

Forsooth my friends it doth transpire
the fates that day did thus conspire
to bring within the forest green
a visitor all unforeseen.
A lady , who with good intent
unto the Friars hut then went.
To give his wife a helpful word
which hopefully goes not unheard.

"That games to play are fine and well
unless they weave a bitter spell
Better far to first consider
the best for you, and not your bidder.
Be the wife and be the mother
push aside your dreams of other.
To others be a friend not foe
or hence results a tale of woe"

Brilliant...............well done Rose and Jac:)))))))))))

I haven't laughed so much for ages.

Oh cor............................love a duck!!! ))))))