Tuesday, November 18, 2008


ONE DAY: In the meadews, where thar waus much grasse, did a Nikolas goe, and unto a greate castle, where there were manie Kinghtes, and they were stronge, and the Nikolas did destroye their soules, and 'twas goode. And when the treasure was begooten, then, yea, did it comme to passe, that, he did run out of the Castle, unto the Streetes, after a womone, for he was wont to speake with her, and take her to the meate-place, and eat meate, and the bones of the lambe, and the salte, but the womon, fearing thisse, did hasted, out of the way, and she did go unto a cliffe, such that the Nikolas could notte go uppe, and follow her, and he walcked off, and it was goode.

Thus, they were in another castle, and they worked on leevers, and catapultes, and seedes of oaets, and the womon did come unto the Nikolas, but she did not speake to him, but, rather, did she steale hisse bottle of whiskey, which he was using for criticalle meanes, and she did notte see himme, and he was disenheartened by thisse, and it was goode.

And it came to pass, that, the Nikolas was in a Rocke, which was in Space, which had Purpel cristales in itte, and a man with paint-brusshes, and a Kinghte with a sweorde, and there was a womone also, but the Nikolous, being a weake-man, did not corresponde with the womon, rather, she was in the companie of a "gentlemann" who was well-versed in the wayes of the Street, and the Nikolas was much agrieved of thisse, and he did write spytefull messages upon his parchemente, though he did so in toungues, so that the gentlemann could notte read them, and it was goode. And then the rocke did ex-plode, and they were ejeckted.

And the Nikolas did hasten out of the Rocke, on a comete, and he did run with the swifteness of a wilde boare, with tuskes, after the womon, and he did arrest her, in the muddling-place, where there were people from the City, and he did say unto her many thinges, which were triviale, and he did try to take her to the meate-place, and yea, it was futyle, for the womon refussed, for she was beplauged, with the plague, and variousse othere illnesses, and the imbalance of the humours, and she was wont to lay down with several men, who werre professounales, and the Nikolous was repulssed, and it was goode.

And it came to pass, that the Nikolas, who was muche saddened, did go unto his bedchambres, and weepe, and formed a poole of Watter, in the floore, such that it dissolve all manner of Sedimente, and, yea, he was sadde muche, and he sang a songe to comforte himme, and it was thusse:

Nikolaous of Nassouwe
am I, of German bloode,
loyal to the Fatherlande
I wille remain untill I die.
A prinse of Nikkolous
I am, free and feerless.
The Kinge of Spain
I have all ways honoured.

1 comment:

Cavalcadeofcats said...

Was there ever a time in which "and itte wasse goode" meant something? I feel like there might've been, but it's been a long time, if so.

Also, nice song at the end. Very classy.