ale and wenches propagate
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