Go and Get Hanged, it's Goodbye
I’ll Wait upon the Better Portions
Denied me of the Past, You Viper
A Clear and Vibrant Future awaiting
Allow me a Moment to Celebrate
Nevermore the Lice and Itchy Groin
The Laughter of Babbling Gossips
Nor all the Carnal Sport I Missed
Which you Freely Gave to Strangers
Pigeon-milker, this is my Last Posting
Please put the Children to Serve Our Lord
Give them back their Huckle-bones & Toys
While you Mount, Ride Hard and Be Damned.
and what a way to go, a joy in so many ways, love that 'Pigeon-milker'
ReplyDeleteThanks. Me too.
Deletemacabre!
ReplyDeleteHa! Well, he dies on the scaffold...
DeleteAmazing. Did you do research for this poem?
ReplyDeleteHa. Thank you, Myron. I did a little checking up on a few words of 17th & 18th century English vernacular before I remembered that it is, after all, the morning of Oct 1st 2016. All the rest of it though was imagined.
DeleteOh wow, great. ROTFL. You, pigeon milker?
ReplyDeleteThank you, Efi. I was very amused by it too. It seems to have been a mild English insult about 250 years ago, meaning a fool - although here I believe the husband uses it as a form of endearment.
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