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Renaissance Faire Jingle
by Michele Schottelkorb
ale and wenches propagate<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
tawdry shows assimilate
star-crossed loves copulate
no need to commiserate
thanks to ye on this date
drunken stupor; seal my fate
feeling frisky as of late
will you please be my mate?
getting ready, congregate
whet the palate, start to sate
Ren Faire day is on the slate
step on through the open gate
with nought but thou upon my plate,
my lady, how you satiate!!!
The faire, twould ner be sedate
(I pray we dont regurgitate)
February 29, 2004
02/29/2004 Author's Note: only two and a half months til Ren Faire is here... get your corsets ready! (first in a series of poems about my other favorite activity, next to Burning Man) note*** andi left a perfect comment, so i added it as the next stanza... keep them coming girl :)...
Posted on 02/29/2004
Copyright © 2026 Michele Schottelkorb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Trotter on 03/01/04 at 10:00 AM a fun read.. I have a friend who goes to "Ren fest" |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 03/01/04 at 01:44 PM 'Faire Jingle' is reverberating. Absolutely musical. And inviting.
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| Posted by Sarah Graves on 03/02/05 at 07:31 PM Wow, this is really amazing, it flows so wonderfully. I always wanted to go to a Renaissance Faire.. I went to this celebration of the winter solstice in Virginia, which I enjoyed.. everyone was dressed up, and there was fire tossing and belly dancing.. in the middle of the woods. I really like this piece Michele, going on my favorites. |
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