/lit/ - Literature

PICKLEMAS, PART THE FORST
T'was the night before Picklemas;
(hark) all did go shout,
"for we demand our pickles, Lord,
that you put them in our mouth,"
and Lo' I did rise from my country estates
and moved with sublimity to the chancellery gates
I said, "whom ought amongst you
wouldst suck the first pickle
from my very own fingers,
stand, aye, not like the fickle!"

Lo' did spring forth t'ward the front of my House
young Master Ghentry with a wide open mouth
and his Ma Ma sprung beside he with one hand at his arm
saying, "Lord, Master Ghentry hath come from the farm
where he be made by labor a strapping great giant,
see: his limbs be like steel, see: his mind be as pliant,
surely then thus," so the pretty Ma spake,
"thou willst feed he one pickle 'fore dusk doth abate?"

And I threw myself promptly from the wide open door
with a smile and my face and fine pickles in store
and the first I did pop into anyones face
was that of young Master Ghentry, then his Ma Ma, in haste!

Lo' I had done well as I skipped all around
plopping pickle in mouth to great satisfied sounds
and whenst once had been pushed hark a crunchy crunch noise
from the slavering jaws of a hundred 'so boys,
and the fine smell of vinegar didst on my fingertips linger
like the smell of a pickle jar in the fair month of Septimber,

Lo' the mob did disperse with their mock forks and all
and saluted me Lord whilst I stood 'top a stool
with one hand, aye, touching with clenched fist my heart
singing praises to Jesus, aye, and to Allah.