There was muche of snawe and ise in thos farr off dayse. There was a scrivener of Londoun yclept Geoffroy Chauser, and he a Lande Roverre hadde. On a daye, he gotte stucke in a drifte of snawe and was sore pyssed offe. With muche lucke, there was a compagnie who could supplye the kitte:
Chaucer's Land Rover...
On or around Tue, 22 Nov 2005 21:40:00 -0000, "Richard Brookman" enlightened us thusly:
Cloff!
Richard, thought you knew my ancient horse had them ;-) Kind regards, Erik-Jan.
Eny fule kno that Chaucer died in about 1430. The chains came 32 years too late.
Perchaunce alack and rue the daye Had I the chains last Christmastide I would not for mine rescue then abide Nor would I ever have to paye Ye price of an new laurel hege Which smitten was on roades edge. When carriage did not as I bade And ran amuck, oh twas so sad.
Hehe yes I remember you posting about that little incident, excellent verse, almost spat me beer all over the monitor!
...and Larry spake unto the tribes of Usenet, saying...
Larry, that's really very good. I'm impressed.
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