Delta40
02-16-2013, 09:40 PM
Blind to the frothing heads of ale
nesting in his beard,
his piggish belch
and raucous laughter
drowns out a travelling fiddlers tune
while bracken crackles in the hearth.
Time gentleman
snaps the waspish inkeepers wife.
He wipes away
the residue of merriment
with the back of his hand.
The embroidered cuff torn,
worn, like him
He twirls the buxom woman
stacked with pitchers.
Now sir that won't do at all!
My good woman, lady
May I have thish dast lance?
He buckles at the knees,
crashes forward and eyes the stitching
of her skirts.
Nobody stokes the embers
of his fire back to life.
The compost heap is just about full.
A glossy black cat steps through the doorway
and drinks from the fresh saucer of milk.
Who's my favourite boy?
nesting in his beard,
his piggish belch
and raucous laughter
drowns out a travelling fiddlers tune
while bracken crackles in the hearth.
Time gentleman
snaps the waspish inkeepers wife.
He wipes away
the residue of merriment
with the back of his hand.
The embroidered cuff torn,
worn, like him
He twirls the buxom woman
stacked with pitchers.
Now sir that won't do at all!
My good woman, lady
May I have thish dast lance?
He buckles at the knees,
crashes forward and eyes the stitching
of her skirts.
Nobody stokes the embers
of his fire back to life.
The compost heap is just about full.
A glossy black cat steps through the doorway
and drinks from the fresh saucer of milk.
Who's my favourite boy?