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GEOFFREY CHAUCER, REFURBISHED: A parody of the General Prologue from “The Canterbury Tales.” Trafalgar Square on a Summer Evening. London. (link). First published on MuddyUm. https://medium.com/muddyum/yanks-on-holiday-fc8c64b684f1?sk=14e829da992877e8e1c7ffe05f3f8aa2
Here bygynneth the book ō̆ver behōste tō the world
Here begins the book Overland to the World
When in June and the spring showers end —
And disperse the rains to the heavens, and send
The pigeons to peck the crumbs at Trafalgar —
And prompt the public to thumb the vernacular;
When Admiral Nelson, with his commanding physique —
Choking from exhaust fumes and pathogens discreet —
Gazes upon his Square, teeming with tourists,
His glories known only to the purest;
When Londoners are all cell-a-Tweetin’ —
Who text away with fingers a’ bleedin’,
(So Nature's a stage where Shadows do play) —
Then the Yankees partake a holiday.
A fortnight feast of the ripe, old Country —
Tales uncoiling with bathos, and ribaldry;
From England ‘cross the Continent to Rome —
To snap a pic of Saint Pete's to text home;
Through a coach window they'll take The Grand Tour,
To tick off the sites, gleaned from a brochure.
This is the opening prologue for my parody-mock-satirical novel, Overland to the World, a collection of interrelated tales about Americans on a European coach holiday, which has been published in serialised form on Medium. As a pretentious and affected Anglophile, I purposely used the “s” instead of the “z.”
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER, REFURBISHED: A parody of the General Prologue from “The Canterbury Tales.” Trafalgar Square on a Summer Evening. London. (link). First published on MuddyUm. https://medium.com/muddyum/yanks-on-holiday-fc8c64b684f1?sk=14e829da992877e8e1c7ffe05f3f8aa2
Here bygynneth the book ō̆ver behōste tō the world
Here begins the book Overland to the World
When in June and the spring showers end —
And disperse the rains to the heavens, and send
The pigeons to peck the crumbs at Trafalgar —
And prompt the public to thumb the vernacular;
When Admiral Nelson, with his commanding physique —
Choking from exhaust fumes and pathogens discreet —
Gazes upon his Square, teeming with tourists,
His glories known only to the purest;
When Londoners are all cell-a-Tweetin’ —
Who text away with fingers a’ bleedin’,
(So Nature's a stage where Shadows do play) —
Then the Yankees partake a holiday.
A fortnight feast of the ripe, old Country —
Tales uncoiling with bathos, and ribaldry;
From England ‘cross the Continent to Rome —
To snap a pic of Saint Pete's to text home;
Through a coach window they'll take The Grand Tour,
To tick off the sites, gleaned from a brochure.
This is the opening prologue for my parody-mock-satirical novel, Overland to the World, a collection of interrelated tales about Americans on a European coach holiday, which has been published in serialised form on Medium. As a pretentious and affected Anglophile, I purposely used the “s” instead of the “z.”