A Medieval Kings Laments

" My whiffler forges a path before me, clearing the way as I ride forward in armoured procession,
My guards protect me with flactchet and battle axe - with shield and feather staff,
As I ease this restless blonk downsteepy along the hard dirt road at my own discretion,
And find the dimps surrounding the many coshes pitchkettling and a laugh,

Dear sweet fairhead at my side, prattler on your long blonk, ye may go now,
Ride on, I shall see ye - anon. "

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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Medieval Brief Dialect, Definitions Used in This Piece:

*Whiffler: An attendant who cleared the way for a procession
* Fliperous: A proud gossip, a prattler.
* Flactchet: A sword.
* Fellowfeel: To share another��s feelings, to sympathize with.
* Fairhead: Beauty
* Downsteepy: Steeply descending, precipitous
* Dimpse: The dimming of daylight, twilight.
* Cosh: A small cottage, hut.
* Blonk: A large, powerful horse.
* Pitchkettled (puzzled)
* I sha��ll see you anon, or I shall see you another time.

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Be well,

Tommy boy moran

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Beautiful!

Your Fairhead

IamwhoIam1,

Aye, ye are that!! Very much a fairhead.

tommo / Ireland

More! More!

I've always been a fan of historical romances.

Could I give you another poem suggestion? An ode to chocolate and Nubian goddesses.

tealbreeze, IamwhoIam1,

Thank ye both so very much.

IamwhoIam1, I'm not really, wholly sure how to go about approaching this request as it appears a bit overly consuming - almost as if I'd end up being stuck in, in a world of studying. I thank ye though for your honest and deep intend. Aye, ye remain my Fairhead so ye do!

tommo / Ireland

You can't handle the challenge?

As it stands right now it would be a bit much for me, IamwhoIam1, as I'm currently stuck in working on another piece. Forgive me.

tommo / Ireland