Thursday, November 24, 2011

Prologue to The Cranberry Tales

Whan that Novem with its cooleth windes
Thanne longen gangs to goon on pilgramages
And sorjourners for to seeken straunge townes
To grandmum's house we goeth on ende
Of our Colonies to Cranberry they wende
The holy blisful bird for to seeke
That hem hath twiced helpen whan that they were seke...

(with apologies to Chaucer)