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Thou art a gnashgab mewling wretch, Thy face doth like a codfish stretch! Thou art a boil-brained muck-sprout, A maggot-pie with addled snout! Thou fustilugs, lily-livered mumblecrust, Thy wit hath gathered quite some dust. Thou art a motley-minded lout, A hedge-born knave without clout! Thou art warped and wayward sock-knocker, A cumberworld, a scobberlotcher. A flibbertigibbet, saddle-goose fool, Who'd lose a battle with a stool! Thou art a shrivel-headed apple-john, A dalcop, pribbling bobolyne! Away, thou canker-blossomed pest, With thou weather-worn poorly-mannered jest! ©️Lizzie Bevis
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Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 9:43 PM UTC
Medieval Mud Slinging
Thou art a gnashgab mewling wretch, Thy face doth like a codfish stretch! Thou art a boil-brained muck-sprout, A maggot-pie with addled snout! Thou fustilugs, lily-livered mumblecrust, Thy wit hath gathered quite some dust. Thou art a motley-minded lout, A hedge-born knave without clout! Thou art warped and wayward sock-knocker, A cumberworld, a scobberlotcher. A flibbertigibbet, saddle-goose fool, Who'd lose a battle with a stool! Thou art a shrivel-headed apple-john, A dalcop, pribbling bobolyne! Away, thou canker-blossomed pest, With thou weather-worn poorly-mannered jest! ©️Lizzie Bevis
This poem was inspired by my daughter who was giggling at Medieval insults, I think that it is safe to say that old English insults were quite colourful! A modern English translation for those left scratching their heads! Medieval Mud Slinging You are a grumbling, moaning rascal, Your face stretches like a codfish! You are a stupid, foul mouthed, Maggot pie with a muddled snout! You are a clumsy, cowardly fool, Your wit has gathered quite some dust. You are a muddle-headed ruffian, A low born scoundrel without influence! You are warped and greatly perverse, A burden, an idle person. A chatterbox, a simple fool, Who'd lose a battle with a stool! You are a shrivelled apple head, A foolish, prattling idiot! Away, you canker infested pest, With your tiresome, ill-mannered wind up! I hope that you enjoy reading this poem!
Lizbev37
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F/England
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 9:43 PM UTC
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