04-27-2012, 06:38 AM
'Twas not just the great, Leanne,
But also the little tithingman
Punched by a wayward hayward
And carniters vomiting after stinking meat
All for the sake of the barons,
The barons, yes, and Manor and leet
Whose only other consolation lay,
In the stews of Gropecunt St
Which we prudes must needs today
Call Milton St
(This street is near the posh Barbican, and the place Gissing had for his hacks, in New Grub St. If one wishes to grope, one does not have to go far, however.)
Excellent poem, L. I have for long thought that history is much better thought of through that kind of prism.
But also the little tithingman
Punched by a wayward hayward
And carniters vomiting after stinking meat
All for the sake of the barons,
The barons, yes, and Manor and leet
Whose only other consolation lay,
In the stews of Gropecunt St
Which we prudes must needs today
Call Milton St
(This street is near the posh Barbican, and the place Gissing had for his hacks, in New Grub St. If one wishes to grope, one does not have to go far, however.)
Excellent poem, L. I have for long thought that history is much better thought of through that kind of prism.