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Saturday, 2 March 2013

Schoolboy Howlers

In midevil times most people were alliterate. The greatest writer of the futile ages was Chaucer, who wrote many poems and verses and also wrote literature.

Romeo and Juliet are an example of a heroic couplet. Romeo's last wish was to be laid by Juliet.

Writing at the same time as Shakespeare was Miguel Cervantes. He wrote Donkey Hote. The next great author was John Milton. Milton wrote Paradise Lost. Then his wife died and he wrote Paradise Regained.

Later, the Pilgrims crossed the ocean, and this was called Pilgrim's Progress. The winter of 1620 was a hard one for the settlers. Many people died and many babies were born. Captain John Smith was responsible for all this.

The greatest writer of the Renaissance was William Shakespeare. He was born in the year 1564, supposedly on his birthday. He never made much money and is famous only because of his plays. He wrote tragedies, comedies, and hysterectomies, all in Islamic pentameter.

It was an age of great inventions and discoveries. Gutenberg invented removable type and the Bible. Another important invention was the circulation of the blood. Sir Walter Raleigh is a historical figure because he invented cigarettes and started smoking. And Sir Francis Drake circumcised the world with a 100 foot clipper.

From the Internet (source unknown).

5 comments:

George said...

Hilarious! A real Donkey Hote.

The Weaver of Grass said...

That 100 foot clipper made me shudder a bit Robert.

The Solitary Walker said...

:-0

dritanje said...

I too laughed at the Donkey Hote. And the circumcision of the world, a bold undertaking indeed!!

Goat said...

That damned Donkey Hote is still taunting me in feverish brays from the unread-and-unreadable e-pile of my e-reader rejects. As a side-note, since buying an iPad, the poor old Kindle has been wallowing in dust and obsolescence and seems almost as dated as the Donkey.

(Sorry I've been quiet of late -- on the productive as well as receptive fronts. Illness and torpor. On the verge of re-emergence, for better or worse...)