Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Miller Quits the Prologue

I feel it fair to speak mine word
of what Chaucer told thee first
Now for he is a courtly sober sort
and he hath spared thee the worst
I was traveling with the pilgrims too
those folk of mixed classes
and to tell you true I saw a few
horses that were rode by talking asses

The Knight so true and so flushed
for a lover's tale he did wet himself
His heart swooned, his armor rust
The Pardoner and his sinful wealth
Selling heaven as he's going to hell
The Lady Bath her ripe lusty health
her husbands dead, screwed too well
The creaky rude Reeve who telleth
a lying yarn about a man with a mill

Though a drunkard I be
I see more clearly
than thee who hold dearly
courtly ways and pious acts
Chaucer giveth the verse,
the Miller giveth the facts.







3 comments:

William Shakespeare said...

The Miller is noticeably drunk and interrupts saying that he has a better tale that the knight's and begins to tell it even though he is asked to wait til later.
He tells a story that is vulgar and rude in nature and he takes joy in the misery of the characters.The Miller is oblivious of his behavoir but thinks everyone think it is funnie when it is not.
In each tale, both the knight and miller are shown to give a tale appropriate to their standing in the pilgrimage. It shows what kind of charcters they are. A Drunk Cheater and Noble Lover.

Junot Diaz said...

All of this bochinche about each other is getting to be too much! I give props to all the attention the Miller and the Knight are giving to the ladies in your stories. That's what life is all about, finding a nice muchacha and being happy. This puerca the Miller though, you got to pull it together. The story had me laughing harder than when I saw these D&D players the other day trying to pick up chicks at the mall. Lay off the booze though and clean up your act a little there are ladies around to hear these stories.

Langston Hughes said...

Miller you truly are a character. I think men no matter what character people perceive them to be, in your case a low class crude fool, must be themselves. Your armor might not shine like a knight, you don’t have a crown of jewels upon your head, but you are true to yourself which is a noble feat in itself. You tell things as you see it, this world is already filled to the brim with likeminded aristocrats; stay true.