My King, My Lord, I must to thee declare,
I know thou art both truely wise and brave.
'Tis said that thou dost treat thy subjects fair.
Please, Sir, have pity on this lowly knave.
Nay, it was not I, Sir, thou must believe,
That stole in shadows, at bewitching hour,
No thoughts of lust, I did not thee deceive.
Thy lovely daughter fair, I’d not de-flower.
I beg thee, to read this desperate note.
Oh give to this poor knave a pardon Sire.
I ask, please not to hang me by the throat.
Nor send me swiftly to Hell’s burning fire.
Believe thou not, these lies, this vile hubbub.
For I'm a eunuch Sire, Aye, there’s the rub.
In a list
A contest entry
- The King's Throne! : Filthy Peasants by Bionic Poet.
600 points, ended June 6, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - BATTLE OF THE SONNETS---ROUND 1 by mamad.
400 points, ended June 3, 2007, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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a masterfully written sonnet, and quite amusing, too ... I love to read poems in ancient english, although, sometimes, I don't understand all the meanings, but I always do enjoy the melody and elegance expressed by contemporary poets ... this is something I am completely unable to do ... so my admiration goes your way ...
congrats for moving to the next round, you will be tough competition for us all ... (especially if we are to write in old english
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maa
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the king's daughter oughta watch her ways
for she's always hanging about the plays
where many merry men and indeed wenches too
get drunk and sing crazy songs so blue.
then they all get down dirty and play strip snap lol
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After I went drinking in the pub,
I was not believing all the hubbub.
Then I got really drunk,
And there was something that I thunk.
When I was drunk I saw something bloching,
It was you, I was watching.
But you eunuch, do have a seed,
But who knows, I was on the mead. -
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Sire,
There be no help from mead nor hop,
For any man who hath the chop.
For Sire, 'tis said that mead destroys,
The seeds of both the men and boys.
And as I'm neither one, nor t'other,
Beleive me Sire, it was another. -
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I see your face, I see that you look blue,
I guess I will let you live, I feel sorry for you.
To have some missing parts, must be so tough,
You can live, becasue your already missing enough.
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Thank you for your kind reprieve.
I will collect my bits and take your leave.
(Bows, while walking out backwards, humble-like.)
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You are most definitely improving with the sonnets Pat...
Still loving the final line
One little part threw me
'I ask, please do not hang (me) by (the) throat'
wondering if you can get it a little more like Willie
would have done to match the rest (thee thou thine thy?)...but hanged if I know what words to use
Fantastic write and wishes you well in the contest
Linda
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Nice one Cuz Best of luck in this contest 
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