Nicole DeGennaro English 311 Professor Ketner 10 March 2010
I am fighting for my honour today, I do not believe that I have done wrong, I have been followed since the month of may, I feel that my beliefs are very strong, I know I have a sense of right and wrong, I want to fight for my justice indeed, For this courte I would gladly sit and bleed.
Yf the king of courte believe I did bad, I do apologize for my bad acts, I do value the courte as I have had, I can prove this with interesting facts, The way the courte feels of me has an impact, Being in court is like leaving on a journey, Justice is my one defense attorney.
It has come down to being fair or not, I’ll help John Skelton free himself away, He will learn much from all that he had fought, He’ll think of me and fair when it is may, When he looks back he’ll remember this fair day, I, John Skelton’s one and only justice, I will not let him leave with injustice.
As nere we to the tyme of absyloote distructyne, Beyng warned of bye those who clyam hyghir Voysas spake unto only thym witout obstructyne Drematyc visyons of how thy sosietee will expyre Dreemynge of brootayl predyctynes, bloode and dyre Attentyne tern’ed frum trou thereets to the suboardynite Of the coreporaytynes, unfyttered by law, that coopearate
In my trayvils, I met a man poyssessed of goodly fybere, Oliver Wendell Holmes, a justyce of the coort soopryme, Tolde of hys fear that inspyred the nead for a transcrybire. A nytemair of feersum monstyrs invallved of a schyme In thy nere fyochure, most horibyll, as et is reel, no dreem. Kynge Phillip Morris, the Unscrutpewlys and his Queen Sara Lee Dancyd on the baks of the pepyle as dyde Sir Kraft, the Marquis
Incorageyd and oblyged to scryb the goode justyce’s tayle Wit my penne I sayt to capchyre the monstyrs in my enke. In a tavyrin, whylst eyeyng my drenke, “Wat kynde be yore ale?” The fyne justyce, gayve me heade moor reesyn to thenke Awl aroynde the bryte bannyres of Kraft hayngyed on efrye nayle. I enspycted the nayms etychyd on my cuppe. And en scroylle most p’tyete Apeerythe Morris, Lee and Kraft in feerfylle colloosyne and descyte.
Ok, I changed a few spellings that weren't clear. Here is my Imitatio, again.
Ayllaynce of Thy Kynges
As nere we to the tyme of absyloote distructcyon, Beyng warned of bye those who clyam hyghir Voycis spake unto only thym witout obstructcyon Drematyc visyons of how thy sosietee will expyre Dreemynge of brootayl predyctynes, bloode and dyre Attentyne tern’ed frum trou thereets to the suboardynate Of the coreporaytynes, unfyttered by law, that coopearate
In my travyls, I met a man poyssessed of goodly fybere, Oliver Wendell Holmes, a justyce of the coort soopryme, Tolde of hys fear that inspyred the nead for a transcrybire. A nytemair of feersum monstyrs invallved of a schyme In thy nere fyochure, most horibyll, as et is reel, no dreem. Kynge Phillip Morris, the Unscrutpewlys and his Queen Sara Lee Dancyd on the baks of the pepyle as dyde Sir Kraft, the Marquis
Incorageyd and oblyged to scryb the good justyce’s tayle Wit my penne I sayt to capchyre the monstyrs in my enke. In a tavyrin, whylst eyeyng my drenke, “Wat kynde be yore ale?” The fyne justyce, gayve me heade moor reesyn to thenke Awl aroynde the bryte bannyres of Kraft hayngyed on efrye nayle. I enspycted the nayms etychyd on my cuppe. And in scroylle most p’tyete Apeerythe Morris, Lee and Kraft in feerfylle collooscyon and descyte.
Nicole DeGennaro
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Professor Ketner
10 March 2010
I am fighting for my honour today,
I do not believe that I have done wrong,
I have been followed since the month of may,
I feel that my beliefs are very strong,
I know I have a sense of right and wrong,
I want to fight for my justice indeed,
For this courte I would gladly sit and bleed.
Yf the king of courte believe I did bad,
I do apologize for my bad acts,
I do value the courte as I have had,
I can prove this with interesting facts,
The way the courte feels of me has an impact,
Being in court is like leaving on a journey,
Justice is my one defense attorney.
It has come down to being fair or not,
I’ll help John Skelton free himself away,
He will learn much from all that he had fought,
He’ll think of me and fair when it is may,
When he looks back he’ll remember this fair day,
I, John Skelton’s one and only justice,
I will not let him leave with injustice.
Ayllaynce of Thy Kynges
ReplyDeleteAs nere we to the tyme of absyloote distructyne,
Beyng warned of bye those who clyam hyghir
Voysas spake unto only thym witout obstructyne
Drematyc visyons of how thy sosietee will expyre
Dreemynge of brootayl predyctynes, bloode and dyre
Attentyne tern’ed frum trou thereets to the suboardynite
Of the coreporaytynes, unfyttered by law, that coopearate
In my trayvils, I met a man poyssessed of goodly fybere,
Oliver Wendell Holmes, a justyce of the coort soopryme,
Tolde of hys fear that inspyred the nead for a transcrybire.
A nytemair of feersum monstyrs invallved of a schyme
In thy nere fyochure, most horibyll, as et is reel, no dreem.
Kynge Phillip Morris, the Unscrutpewlys and his Queen Sara Lee
Dancyd on the baks of the pepyle as dyde Sir Kraft, the Marquis
Incorageyd and oblyged to scryb the goode justyce’s tayle
Wit my penne I sayt to capchyre the monstyrs in my enke.
In a tavyrin, whylst eyeyng my drenke, “Wat kynde be yore ale?”
The fyne justyce, gayve me heade moor reesyn to thenke
Awl aroynde the bryte bannyres of Kraft hayngyed on efrye nayle.
I enspycted the nayms etychyd on my cuppe. And en scroylle most p’tyete
Apeerythe Morris, Lee and Kraft in feerfylle colloosyne and descyte.
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ReplyDeleteOk, I changed a few spellings that weren't clear. Here is my Imitatio, again.
ReplyDeleteAyllaynce of Thy Kynges
As nere we to the tyme of absyloote distructcyon,
Beyng warned of bye those who clyam hyghir
Voycis spake unto only thym witout obstructcyon
Drematyc visyons of how thy sosietee will expyre
Dreemynge of brootayl predyctynes, bloode and dyre
Attentyne tern’ed frum trou thereets to the suboardynate
Of the coreporaytynes, unfyttered by law, that coopearate
In my travyls, I met a man poyssessed of goodly fybere,
Oliver Wendell Holmes, a justyce of the coort soopryme,
Tolde of hys fear that inspyred the nead for a transcrybire.
A nytemair of feersum monstyrs invallved of a schyme
In thy nere fyochure, most horibyll, as et is reel, no dreem.
Kynge Phillip Morris, the Unscrutpewlys and his Queen Sara Lee
Dancyd on the baks of the pepyle as dyde Sir Kraft, the Marquis
Incorageyd and oblyged to scryb the good justyce’s tayle
Wit my penne I sayt to capchyre the monstyrs in my enke.
In a tavyrin, whylst eyeyng my drenke, “Wat kynde be yore ale?”
The fyne justyce, gayve me heade moor reesyn to thenke
Awl aroynde the bryte bannyres of Kraft hayngyed on efrye nayle.
I enspycted the nayms etychyd on my cuppe. And in scroylle most p’tyete
Apeerythe Morris, Lee and Kraft in feerfylle collooscyon and descyte.