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Renaissance Faire Jingle

by Michele Schottelkorb

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, t’would ne’r be sedate

(I pray we don’t 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 © 2024 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.

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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