Sir Carves-A-Lot !nFL78DnUTg started this discussion 6 hours ago#139,242
I ryde doun the strete in my four-and-sixtieth,
Robbynge the queynes, and wynnyng silver with sleighte.
I wente to the park to aspien the tydynges,
Where yonge knaves were pleiynge with the bal in the grene.
A carte cam ridynge — what man myghte it be?
A fressh El Camino, with Kilo G.
He let doun his wyndowe, and bigan for to seye:
"Al is of getynge that richesse by the wey."
For the yonge knaves of the toun ben evere ful stoute;
And if thou speke foule wordes, we shul bete thee aboute.
We knowe naught in this lyf but to lyve honestly;
Ne telle it nat, lad, for I seide nat a word, pardee.