In Land of Cockaigne
I once thought I could never be like them,
the privileged and rich whose every whim
is catered to by underlings like me--
but then last year I won the lottery!
The family I’d worked for soon went broke.
I hired them to take care of me—no joke!
Now I relax while they do all the work.
Sometimes I can’t suppress a tiny smirk!
To summon them, I ring my golden bell.
Today I ordered, “Meet my needs pell-mell!
Bring snacks and sodas. Then massage my feet.
Fetch me two pillows, and turn down the heat.
Turn on the tv. Bring me the remote.”
They do for me whatever floats my boat!
My six-course meals, prepared as I require,
are brought to me whenever I desire.
My house was once a mess; now it’s so clean!
My flowers are the prettiest I’ve seen.
My yard’s magnificent. It brings me joy
to sit and watch these workers I employ.
Cockaigne, imaginary land of extreme luxury and ease where physical comforts and pleasures are always immediately at hand--and EVERY possible advantage of these pleasures is claimed
The Land of Cockaigne — a 1567 oil painting by Pieter Bruegel the Elder
(c. 1525–1569).
Also, a HIGHLY satirical poem theorized to have been written in the early
to mid-fourteenth century by a Franciscan friar
Date: November 14, 2020
entered in Edward Ibeh's poetry contest placed 3rd
Pick-a-Title, vol 25, Rhyme 2 --"In Land of Cockaigne"
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