The Canterbury Tales? You know, I do
remember even after twenty years.
“Whan that April with his shoures soote
The drought of March hath percèd to the roote
And bathèd every vein in swich liquor
Of which virtue engendered is the flour.”
We had to get the Middle English right.
It wasn’t good enough to learn the words.
We had to say the words correctly too.
The jerk was never satisfied until
we said it perfectly. I don’t know why
I still remember it. A total waste
of time. I’ve never used a single thing
we studied in that class. A single thing!
I still don’t understand the reason we
were forced to memorize those stupid lines,
to learn those idiotic eighteen lines.
Buy yeah, I can recite them even now.