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Monday, February 7, 2011

The Lament of Reverend Fred Piles




" Hide, oh hide those hills of snow,
which thy frozen bosom bears
On whose tops the pinks that grow
are of those that April wears "

Tis unseemly that sweet fair maids should
desport themselves in such foul fashion
Sultry sights of seductive firm orbs could
lead to thoughts of lustful passion

Yonder scantily clad nymphettes
frolicking free on the shore
slattern subjects of temptation to curious youth
reputation stained, tainted, become cheap and tawdry

But hark, who goes there?
Fear not, the feint stirring is in my own sad cod piece,
Proof indeed, this dangerous spark of life
is making a mockery of my hand
Delights that should be the domain of my wife
not Mistress Palm and her five nieces

Begone beastly intrusion
Blindness is born from
the devil's manual sport
Dexterity causing confusion
leading to madness and damnation

Cover thyselves o wretched women
Thus jezebel temptresses, this is my conclusion

11 comments:

  1. Yeah, it's still Tuesday here, and yeah it's still snow. Want some?
    nude beaches? does this explain your heat wave?
    Your preacher sounds way too familiar. Got a chuckle from the five nieces.

    I never cared for sand in spaces other than between my toes, but I'm disagreeing with Will in a little untitled reply

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  2. "Mistress Palm and her five nieces ... " Oh my, too funny, Rall! You'll hear no meek titter (te hee) from me, more like a hearty belly laugh!

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  3. Rallentanda, very interesting take on your poem - nice old English. :-) Here is my little try Vantage Point - Sunning Topless. Thank you for a "lovely" prompt.

    Dan

    (I think that maybe you left a comment on my blog for the wrong poem? Maybe?)

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  4. Glad you understood the joke Marianne (brazen hussey you:)I was wondering if anyone would pick up on this.

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  5. I'm rather keen on anything old English, Earl,
    particularly Shakespeare,so expect a lot of prompts from the Bard!

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  6. Bikini bottom
    minus its top
    looks a bit lost,
    but she cares not a jot!

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  7. Too funny! The conversation between the Rev and his distraction is Python-esque. Loved your take on this and a strong object lesson on what is possible with teaching Shakespeare.

    Here's mine
    http://jdmackenzie.blogspot.com/

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  8. Glad you share my sense of humour, Black Douglas.
    I am a fan of Monty so that was a great compliment.Thank you.

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  9. Right on Jinx
    No one gives a jot
    about wearing clothes
    Down here
    It's far too hot
    We show a lot of flesh
    And get a lot of skin cancer

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  10. The Rev could risk one eye, surely . . .

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