The droughte of March hath perced to the rote."
--Prologue, Chaucer's Canterbury Tales
Yep, I'm going to start writing posts in Middle English!
Ha ha ha.
Just quoting a verse my dad likes to chant, one of the verses he memorized in school (along with "Luck" by W.W. Gibson*).
Happy spring! And happy April is Poetry Month!
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*Luck
by W.W. GIBSON What bring you, sailor, home from the sea-
Coffers of gold and of ivory?
When first I went to sea as a lad
A new jack-knife was all I had:
And I've sailed for fifty years and three
To the coasts of gold and of ivory:
And now at the end of a lucky life,
Well, still I've got my old jack-knife.
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