Sep 26, 2007 19:11
Here's what I learned from two years of university and ten grand in tuition:
"When that Aprile with the Showres sooote
The Draght of Marche hath perced to the roote
And bathed every vein in switch liquor
Of which Vertue engendred was the flowr."
There you go folks. The first quatraine of the Canterbury Tales by memory, from your favourite Neighborhood Sketchy Man.
Translation:
"Yo, it was a rainy April,
and it was wet.
The roots go drunk on rain,
And it made flowers grow for true."
So there you go. Chaucer ghetto stylies.
Werd.