Imitation of Chaucer’s General Prologue.
Sitting at the corner was the Farmer’s Wife.
She seemed to have an everlasting strife
With her husband over the control of her son.
Yet with her sharp eyes, she could see over the fun
Of the son, who thought everything was boring and dry
When his mother was acting as a spy
While watching his every move
To make sure he was smooth.
She dressed in a long trench coat black
And carried a sack
That she kept screened.
She wore a green plaid scarf around her neck, and she seemed
To want to look like a worker in the city
Who was wealthy and pretty,
But her stoned face made it clear
To everyone sitting near
To guess that she was a member of the CI Association.
Yes, she tried very hard to conceal her vocation,
Or so it seemed, but was not good at acting
Like a normal mother inspecting
The work of her child.
She seemed like a mother mild
Yet inside her jacket were hidden spy utensils
That she used to spy on foreign government councils.
With her nice “upper-class” black jacket
And sat as if she were sitting as a person that was affluent.
There were bits of hay
All over her clothes that gave away
Her real social status that she tried to hide
As she sat on the side.
During the day, she would feign
To be like a true sovereign,
Yet she would fail miserably.
Her personality was so sly
That she nosed into everyone’s
Business and listened to people’s puns.
When she stayed at the farm,
She pretended to do no harm
To the animals, but was secretly practicing her sneakiness.
Because kept her son from his happiness,
She did so by spying on her son
When he was having fun
With his buddies.
Yet why he studied,
She would hide with the sheep
And practice her various ways to peep
On the people nearby
Especially her family.
She wanted to dress in a formal fashion regularly
But her husband’s income from the farm small,
So she could not dress all
That fancy, making her seem as if she feigned
What she really gained
From living on a farm with a self-conscience child
Even though she really lived a double life that was wild.
With her job, she made tons of money
But fruitlessly wasted it to buy honey
So she could eat all she desired
Before her husband retired
From his work at the end of the day.
After the work on the farm was complete
She had to feed her family with a meek
Amount of food and pretend
She had nothing to eat as he tended
The horses, the sheep, the cow
The chicken, and the sow.
Currently there are no comments related to "Stalking for Five Minutes". You have a special honor to be the first commenter. Thanks!
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!