Firkin In the Meadow
When May cometh full in bloom
And robins and **** build afresh their room
Many a maid and her swain
Be found in the meadow lain
Methinks the churl that he be - knoweth sin
With his manhood waxing anon to the full in
Her vale of all delight
Nay, she putteth not up a fight
But verily teaseth with hips
Of a rocking motion like ships
And bosoms of snowy mead
Yea, twixt them a man would need
Nought but time to enjoy the feast
Time even till the sun riseth in the east
Oh, such ecstasy and sinful joy
Between yon maid and ploughboy
Must needs be stopped by laws
And by the pulpit priest’s roars
This scandal in our midst may seem
To blacken every villein’s dream
The energy of their loins
Were better aimed at minting coins
Or milking goats or shearing sheep
Each day before they sleep
Woollen coats or cheese to cheer
Or firkins full of barley beer
Were better use of Maytime sun
Than meadow frolics as time doth run.
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Note
My apologies for the cheap double entendre in the title
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Entered in Lisa Cooper ~Dark Poetess's Contest I want some old English scandal!
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