[Sca-cooks] Drakey's tune (OT) (OOP) Humour

[Sue Clemenger]

ROTFLMAO!
I think I *may* have to forward this to the laurels' list....heh, heh,
heh.....
--maire

Susan Laing wrote:
>
> I'm told that all the *truely* famous people have songs written about them.
> Looks like my sweet consort Drakey has moved up one more notch towards
> "Infamous"
>
> Below is his very own ballad written by one of the Bards of Lochac Blod y
> Evilgrin and posted to the Bard list for the edification & entertainment of
> the masses
>
> :-p
>
> Mari
> <Quick!! Somebody open the door the Rock and find me some place to hide!
> :-p>
>
> _________________
>
> I'll fill you in on Twelfth Night when I get home tonight (it was a
> lovely, mellow, entertaining event - Bordercros did themselves proud)
> but several people request words for "The Drake Song" I wrote this
> weekend about Master Drakey, so I thought I'd take advantage of a
> quiet spot at work to oblige.
>
> The story of this song is that Drakey announced that he never sang in
> public unless he was drunk, and that when he was drunk the only song
> he could remember was too obscene to be sung in polite company (where
> do you find that in the SCA?) Thus challenged, I wrote a song that no
> matter how drunk he was, even he could join in the chorus at least.
> I'll get a midi done later in the week & ask Iago to put it on the
> website...
>
> THE DRAKE SONG
>
> In the Laurel Tree, in the Laurel Tree,
> Sits a little birdy, with plumes of finery.
> Blue and green and purple flash upon his wings,
> There's green upon his helm, and this is how he sings:
> "Quack! Quack! Quack!"
>
> In the Brewery, in the Brewery
> Stands the Master Brewer, brewing beer for me.
> There's ale in the barrels and cider in the kegs,
> He holds a tankard in his hand and this is what he says:
> "Quack! Quack! Quack!"
>
> In the Pantery, in the Pantery,
> There's lots of lovely kniveses, sharp and pointy.
> There's flour on the floor, and milk drips from the shelves,
> And Drakey has just cut himself and this is what he yells:
> "Quack! Quack! Quack!"
>
> In emergency, in emergency
> Your potions and your poisons keep under lock and key.
> Chirugeonate has issued decrees spread far and wide:
> "If Drake is in the kitchen, here's what we advise;
> Duck! Duck! Duck!"
>
> Blod y Evilgrin
>