Robin Hood snored on the arm of Maid Marian
His breath was a-tremble with the stale whiff of carrion
He’d quaffed many ales and feasted on venison
Now his good lady’s eyes were ever so menacin'
His breath was a-tremble with the stale whiff of carrion
He’d quaffed many ales and feasted on venison
Now his good lady’s eyes were ever so menacin'
That sounds entirely plausible...
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more with Muthering Heights! Sounds entirely plausible
ReplyDeleteShe was cranky and unreasonable
ReplyDeleteAbout her lover who smelled unseasonable.
So she washed him and scrubbed him
And put him in the sum
And said, "Stay away, Stinky Robin, 'til the stink is done."
Hi David,very nice verse. I am greatly honored that you stopped by my place, you are a busy man! If you don't mind I will add myself to your list of friends,there is much to learn here. I'm sure it will be a great pleasure to know you! take good care,
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Lovely verse. Poor Robin Hood. Paying for the venison feat..!!
ReplyDeleteAh ... poor Marion! The women are always the ones left holding the boozers. He he he. Excellent poem!
ReplyDelete" feast" I mean.
ReplyDeleteSo, perhaps, not so happily ever after?
ReplyDeleteha! even in those days... you'd think men'd leared by now, heee heee heeee
ReplyDeleteNothing like taking the romance out of a perfectly good legend! ;)
ReplyDeleteOf course, given medieval hygiene, I doubt our Maid Marian was any too fresh herself.
Robin Hood rested on the arm of Maid Marian.
ReplyDeleteShe was plain for a princess,
but not a librarian.
He quaffed many ales and to his surprise,
her beauty returned to his
unfocused eyes.
Pappy
There's hope for me yet!
ReplyDeleteHa ha! I enjoyed your use of "menacin'." Very cute. I am fond of apostrophes in lieu of letters...when placed correctly, of course.
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