Wednesday, July 02, 2014

Excerpt: A Ballad

The lady looked o'er her own castle-wall
To a bloody scene like writ by Mr. Martin
And said "The blood is like the medieval age
But where are the jokes about fartin'?"

1 comment:

bookandsword said...

I don't remember enough people being tres jollie and eating lots of capons for a very low price either.