Reserata Carcerem LXVI

Quoth a dubious dell t’ a numb Nymph,
“f drooling dark dribbles ‘n’ nosy fills;
apt azure robed was ‘n porous pride –
oranged eyes “f his ñ worn wind did ride.

“Ah! Sister, tell! What are your trades.
Sassy seals, sapid strays o’ wits wail?”
Torn twain “s complement pruned pored muse –
gaunt glottis swelling per foiled fuse:

“Ask not! Say sky t’ maladious earth,
‘ter she’d pawned her patience t’ damp dearth.
‘Ah! What felon fate had you gulped –
wail, pestered pain o’ la-de-da lust?'”

Skipped like graced gazelle ergo went
nocturnal Nymph ‘n stray with kin dell.
’20:08:04:17:54

Note:
a) of damp deceit
b) Written apace with the Middle English lexis:
i) Qouth – said
ii) dell – lady
iii) azure – unclouded sky
iv) ergo – then.
c) The following are with no syllabic consequences:
i) t’ – to
ii) “f – of
iii) ‘n’ – and
iv) ‘n – in
v) “f – of
vi) ñ – on
vii) o’ – or
viii) “s – as

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