The School Boy's Tale - A poem

I found this looking through my Documents. It's fantastic i think, was a mickey-take out of Chaucer. Hope you like it:


The School-Boy’s Tale

I needed to marry for money
To buy food to survive
But it isn’t too funny
‘cause I’m 17 and she’s 75
‘I do’ I said
And we were wed.
Off to bedith with us she demanded
Chained down like I’ve been reprimanded
I took a pill to help thou rise
She jumped on like a jockey and I close my eyes
It went on for a couple of hours
Before all my seed had been devoured
She told me it was really good
If it was I must have misunderstood
I should never have taken a wife
I should have just taken my own life
She kept on going to get more pleasure
Not good because she looks like a fella
She is a women of the bad type of hoary
Goldylocks- er-er - more like baldy.
Thankfully she died and went to heaven
Her grandaughter is twenty seven
She looks really good, I guess better naked
‘How you doin.’ I said. Then her innocence taked
This made up for the hippo women rubbish
Because this women is a real dish
But we got caught by the priest
She was hung and buried for the worms to feast
I murdered that filthy mongrel
‘how dare you, we were as close as zippy and bungle’
Now I am 60 years old
And with that my tale is told.


Proper blog tomorow.