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Sunday, February 03, 2002

Ful savourly

Maybe I am a little boy laughing at dirty jokes, but the Miller's Tale always makes me laugh aloud. This time, I was straining my eyes on a dark bus and surrounded by a lot of people with stone faces.

Derk was the nyght as pich, or as the cole,
And at the wyndow out she putte hir hole,
And absolon, hym fil no bet ne wers,
But with his mouth he kiste hir naked ers
Ful savourly, er he were war of this.
Abak he stirte, and thoughte it was amys,
For wel he wiste a womman hath no berd.
He felte a thyng al rough and long yherd,
And seyde, fy! allas! what have I do?
Tehee! quod she, and clapte the wyndow to,
And absolon gooth forth a sory pas.


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