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The Vision of Old Smith
(An exercise in obsolete English)

When late in Widdendream I strayed
Like a Yemeles Hoddypeak,
In the sundown twinkle of the Twitter-light
Through horizon’s blazing streak,
I found myself in a vision-land
And a Malagrugrous place.
In the Brabble and Freck of the spirit world
I espied a nightmare face.

Now before ye Kench and mock my tale
As the child of a Brannigan,
Or the feverish foal of a Bibesy’s binge,
Or a madman’s scurrilous din,

I’ll swear I’m as sober as Old St. George
And Ludibrious though I be
My Scriptitation’s as good as gold:
I’ll deliver it truthfully.

For there, Jargogled on every side
By the demons’ garrulous game
Stood the son of Sanguinolency
Old Scratch, and Adam’s bane.

The devil himself stood cackling
(I shudder now to tell)
Deliciating in fiendish plans
To bring more souls to hell.

He soon devised Illecebrous
Temptations sickly sweet
And I, Quagswagged by burning winds
Smelt the singeing of my feet

And so, Corrading snippet prayers
Forgot since infancy
I stammered, spat, and stuttered out
(No Perissology)
A single line to the Mother of God,
And to Old Saint Michael’s sword,
And a bit of De Profundis,
And a lot of “Save me Lord!”

And quick as a flash the vision’s gone
And the day’s begun to break,
But as I yawned I thought I heard
The slithering of a snake.

And so my generous tavern-friends
I offer you my tale
Poor Jollux that I be, will you
Treat me a mug of ale?

I bow in reverence before the stellarness of his wondrousness. You’re your mother’s son, Kelly. It’s an honor to know you.