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A fantastic blog written in mock Middle Englysshe, has surfaced on ye webbe. Yncludyng sucche gemmes as:
Geoffrey’s capture and ransom in France:
Eftsoones, the frensshe dide fynde us ther, and cleppid us in irones and ledid vs ech fro othir. Y dide usen a smal mirour to regarde hym as y was takene awaye. Y was ransoumed for XVI pounde! A bargaine, I saye.
Geoffrey Chaucer thinking of beer and skiving off work at the Customs House:
It is hottere than the fyrie rivere phlegeton uppe in the customes hous. I shal drynken of a moist and corny ale eft soon, for to slaken my thirste. My documents and recordes can go stuffe themselues.
Read on at Geoffrey Chaucer Hath A Blog.
_Middle_ Englisshe!
“…then came ye chavves, theyre cartes girded wyth candels
blue, and theyre beastes wyth straynge horn-lyke thyngs
onn theyre arses that theyre fartes be herde from myles
around.” Chaucer, the Sheppey Tales
GC` - duly corrected!
Mr St Hubbins - I suggest you share your previously undiscovered manuscript with GC`! I’d like to read more… :-)
Shamelessly from someone’s e-mail sig, I’m afraid.
Could i just point out that it is ye olde englisshe not the middle englyshe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh wait sorry I was wrong just check your spelling of englisshe.