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'The blossom on the spray,
The freshest flower of May,
Maidenly demure,
Of womanhood the lure.'
'To Mistress I. P.' (1523)
for one week only : just scroll down the height of the flower of goodlihead ...
TO
FUCKING JOHN SKELTON
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FUCKING JOHN SKELTON
at some sunnie meadowe or othere near Cheapstowe, in youthe & smoothenesse
John :
Cycsly we lie
as pigges in sty
each to othere nigh.
Hony cony-pie
Phoebus brights the skie,
prattleth the nye,
the divedop ply,
the lapwing fly,
the mavis hy,
and Ye and I
abank the snye.
Cycsly shy,
ye swink and sigh,
yer John is nigh,
bid him Aye !
The ducklets vy,
the heron crie,
the mallard-fry
dip-dibble by,
in double-dye
the partlets hie,
the fragrant rye
as yellow high.
Patient Cycsly why
abank the Wye,
with peepinge sly
and lippes wry
shall not we buy
some ioye to die !
Cycsly :
Lauda ! Long J. !
Sweet wellawaye,
come hither praye,
I do but playe.
I love thee gay,
ne're say thee nay !
Maiyden May
Her goldene raye
the wavelets swaye,
the popinjay
doth ioyfulle braye.
Come come dear J.,
and pretty staye :
dittly draye
your Man awaye !
Happie me slaye
with smil'd dismay,
whixever waye
my poppet saye !
Come dig me daye,
an fresshce me fay !
(layter)
Cycsly :
Dear Done J.,
asnooze we lay,
as harvest hay
pon warmed claye.
The swannes gray
glid long the baye.
(bothe)
Dear I am in yer sunset arme,
and shall not never come to harm.
Written after, on the beach at Hector in New Zealand
NEXT WEEK : FUCKING CHATTERTON
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