Reserata Carcerem XLIV
Yore, chewed churning curse sewn sage –
ñ an urchin did he spit rasp rage;
ñ bounty bicycle had h’ ridden.
Alas! Moist murk his tarred tog cl’ven.
Anon, tottered by th’ urchin’s sire,
‘n’ apt acumen rehearsed th’ transpired.
Only t’ know th’ sewn sage for his sire –
his callous urchin smeared grandsire?
“Holla, sire.”, sunny sire did quethe,
fanning wanky wind’s sumptuous spree.
“Holla!”, smothered sage sewn scarred runes,
but skittish urchin t’ his sire flew.
Went then torn trio t’ th’ sage’s eyry;
“Ruef’l thou’ll be!”, th’ tune feral tongue leased.
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Note:
a) Of inky impatience.
b) Written apace with Middle English:
i) Yore – long ago
ii) Alas – sorrowful exclamation
iii) Anon – Immediately
iv) Sire – father
v) Quethe – say
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) ñ – on
ii) h’ – he
iii) ‘n’ – and
iv) t’ – to
v) th’ – the
vi) ruef’l – rueful
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