Chaucer Pubbe Gagge

[VanHalen]

Three fellowes wenten into a pubbe,
and gleefully their hands did rubbe,
in expectation of revelry,
for 'twas the hour known as "happy".

Great bottels of wine did they quaff,
and had a really good laugh,
'til drunkenness held full dominion,
for 'twas two for the price of one.

Yet after wine and mead and sack,
man must have a massive snack.

Great pasties from Cornwall,
Scottish eggs - round, like a ball.

Great hams, quails, duck and geese,
they suck-ed the bones and drank the grease.

One fellowe stood all pale and wan,
for he was a vegetarian.

Yet man knoweth that gluttony,
stoketh the fire of lechery.

Upon three young wenches, round and sly
the fellowes cast on wanton eye.

One did approach, with drunken wink,
"Allo darlin' - fancy a drink?"

Soon they court them on their knee,
'twas like some grotesque puppetry.

Such was the lewdness and debauchery,
'twas like a sketch by Díck Emery,
(except the Díck Emery is not yet born,
so that comparison may not be drawn).

But then the fellowes began to pale,
for quail are not the friend of ale.

And in their bellies much confusion,
from their throats vile extrusion.
stinking, foul corruption,
came spewing forth from drooling lips.

The foetid stench did fill the pubbe,
'twas the very árse of Beelzebub.

Thrown they were from the "Whóre and Trumpet",
in the street - no coin, no strumpet.
Homeward bound must quickly go
to that end, a donkey stole

Their hands all with vomit greased,
the donkey was not pleased,
and threw them into a ditch of shíte.
They all agreed, "What a brilliant night!"

[YellowParasol]

Im confused...

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isnt their a poetry section?

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Three fellowes wenten into a pubbe,
and gleefully their hands did rubbe,
in expectation of revelry,
for 'twas the hour known as "happy".

Great bottels of wine did they quaff,
and had a really good laugh,
'til drunkenness held full dominion,
for 'twas two for the price of one.

Yet after wine and mead and sack,
man must have a massive snack.

Great pasties from Cornwall,
Scottish eggs - round, like a ball.

Great hams, quails, duck and geese,
they suck-ed the bones and drank the grease.

One fellowe stood all pale and wan,
for he was a vegetarian.

Yet man knoweth that gluttony,
stoketh the fire of lechery.

Upon three young wenches, round and sly
the fellowes cast on wanton eye.

One did approach, with drunken wink,
"Allo darlin' - fancy a drink?"

Soon they court them on their knee,
'twas like some grotesque puppetry.

Such was the lewdness and debauchery,
'twas like a sketch by Díck Emery,
(except the Díck Emery is not yet born,
so that comparison may not be drawn).

But then the fellowes began to pale,
for quail are not the friend of ale.

And in their bellies much confusion,
from their throats vile extrusion.
stinking, foul corruption,
came spewing forth from drooling lips.

The foetid stench did fill the pubbe,
'twas the very árse of Beelzebub.

Thrown they were from the "Whóre and Trumpet",
in the street - no coin, no strumpet.
Homeward bound must quickly go
to that end, a donkey stole

Their hands all with vomit greased,
the donkey was not pleased,
and threw them into a ditch of shíte.
They all agreed, "What a brilliant night!"

To make it easier :
Three fellows went into a pub
and gleefully rubbed their hands,
in expectation of revelry,
for "it was the hour knows as happy"

Great bottles of wine they drunk,
and had a really good laugh,
until drunkeness held full dominion,
for it was two for the price of one.

Yet after wine, mead and sack,
man must have a massive snack.

Great pasties from Cornwall,
Scottish eggs - round, like a ball.

Great hams, quails, duck and geese,
They súckéd the bones and drank the grease.

One fellow stood pale and wan,
for he was a vegetarian.

Yet man knows that gluttony,
stokes the fire of lerchery.

Upon three young wenches, round and sly
the fellowes cast on wanton eye.

One did approach, with a drunken wink,
"Hello darling..fancy a drink?"

Soon they court them on their knee,
It was like some grotesque puppetry

Such was the lewdness and debauchery,
It was like a sketch by Díck Emery (except the Díck Emery is not yet born,
so that comparison may not be drawn).

But then the fellows began to go pale,
for quail is not the friend of ale.

And in their bellies much confusion,
from their throats vile extrusion.
stinking, foul corruption,
came spewing out from drooling lips.

The sickening stench did fill the pubbe,
It was the very árse of Beelzebub.

They were thrown from the "Whóre and Trumpet",
in the street - no coin, no strumpet.
Homeward bound they must quickly go,
to that end, a donkey stole.

Their hands all greased with vomit,
the donkey was not pleased,
and threw them into a ditch of shíte.
They all agreed, "What a brilliant night!"



Some parts don't rhyme but it makes it easier to read xD

[cocaine]

Uhm, sorry?

[brapbrap]

Is it pub or pube?