Geoffrey Chaucer Poem by Douglas Scotney
Geoffrey Chaucer
I hear that poet of old
ask his lady dear
to put on weight.
If she fails to do so,
soon,
before the name of her mate,
will be 'the late'.
'Lightness in a lady
was never so fatal', I pshaw.
I reread the old-timer's verse.
His 'lady dear' is his 'purse'.
He needs money to get out of town.
Wow! That's an amusing poem which had to fall back on Chauser for its substance. Thanks for sharing the same, Douglas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 7:36:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
it's a superb poem and wonderful message of the old..//