| || fleet, plunk, bellow, lawyer, knew full well.
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It was well that Wamba was wary for Richard had no sooner secured
ReplyDeleteHis visor than, plunk, arrows flew. The black knight fought with lance and sword
While Wamba, fleet of foot, unsheathed his cutting falchion and, with a stroke
Of his sword, hamstrung the steed ridden by the felon bloke
As he attempted to pinion the noble knight. Then a loud bellow
Was heard, arrows flew and there were Locksley and his yeomen.
With blows from the cudgel of the curtal Friar a quick solution
To the fracas was brought. And there unmasked was Fitzhurse the lawyer.
Richard knew full well that the Prince, John, was his employer.
WC
Ah, yes, Wilbur ~ What's that line from Henry VI, pt. 2?
ReplyDelete"The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers."
I wonder how many post-17th century authors have been inspired by that...
I loved following the action in today's installment. Thanks for the wake-up excitement.
Only sorry Wamba had to be mean to a horse.
~ OMK
Wishing all a Happy Thanksgiving,
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After the Mayflower, fleets of ships plunked pilgrims
down on America's shores. Jonathans and Williams
and Thomases--soldiers and artisans and doctors
and lawyers--all of them holy. And musicians as proctors
for the congregant choirs, lining out De profundis,
bellowing psalms of thanksgiving, aiming to do justice
by their Maker who carried the many through wind and spray.
They're grateful to sing so few dirges. Now they can pray
with rough, healthy throat, thanks--thanks for their voyage,
thanks in their weaned sound,
their clean sound,
a lean sound,
rather than some fancy Epi-scopaleo coinage.
~ OMK
Tres profundis, OMK. I believe Wamba did regret having to hamstring the horse(before the blue knight could pinion Richard). "Folly teamed with Valor" said the fool.
ReplyDeleteHave a happy and blessed Thanksgiving everyone
WC
My admiration for Wamba grows, except for his cruelty to the horse. Do you think he put the horse out of its misery?
ReplyDeleteAnd -- is a falchion a sword?
BTW, did not appreciate today's solution, which seemed strained to me.
And yes, Happy Safe Thanksgiving!!
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ReplyDeletePerry was such a punk
he'd put us in a funk.
When all our beer he'd drunk,
no payment would he plunk.
When angry he would bellow
until his face was yellow.
He was a rotten fellow,
just gross, and never mellow.
On poker he would cheat
which made him hard to defeat.
And so he could never be beat
by opponents, however fleet.
We finally decided to hire
a very skillful lawyer,
who actually was much coyer
and became Perry's destroyer.
In the end we knew full well
he would end up in a cell
for his cheating and lying like hell.
Then we learned he'd begun to rue,
and so our forgiveness he drew.
Now a better life he is living
and for that, he gives us a thanksgiving.
Once again, delightful poetry, Wilbur and Ol'Man Keith--many thanks to you both. Hope you're going to enjoy a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner tonight--you, too, Sandy. Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
ReplyDeleteEgad, Misty, I thought Perry was rotten to the core, maybe the nastiest character you've given us.
ReplyDeleteI was surprised in the end that he "rue"d his way, but happy to see he earned forgiveness through paying his debt to society and then changing his ways.
And good of you, or of your narrative voice, to do the forgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving!
~ OMK
Sandy ~ In the groan worthy department, I think "strained" was the object.
ReplyDeleteBut who knows? It took me a few seconds to realize that "full" was being treated as a noun. And that the man was a connoisseur of it...
~ OMK
ReplyDeleteSandy, Here is Scott's account. As you see Wamba regretted hurting the horse but it was necessary especially since that same knight had speared Richard's horse with his lance and was about to spear Richard.
“What, Wamba, art thou there?” said Richard; “I have been so long of hearing thy voice, I thought thou hadst taken flight.”
“I take flight!” said Wamba; “when do you ever find Folly separated from Valour? There lies the trophy of my sword, that good grey gelding, whom I heartily wish upon his legs again, conditioning his master lay there houghed in his place.
"[H]oughed"?
ReplyDeletePronounced huffed, how'd, or hucked?
A new one (or old) on me, Wilbur!
~ OMK
Thanks, Wilbur. I'm sure Wamba did what he had to do.
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