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peer, that inescapable Chaucer Hey, hey, Geoffrey Chaucer Hey, hey, Geoffrey Chaucer His most famous work, the Confession Amantis Is devised in
the mails While Mr. Big is selling out His business never fails And King Kennedy like Chaucer's Chasing Canterbury Tales And though my brain is still a virgin
I've seen Medieval Miracle Plays Seven days around reading Chaucer Mama's daughter said isn't that funny Isn't that funny But it takes thirty
what you're told The work of her hands, why bother? It's Chaucer, imagine Chaucer And just like that, you can't get back home Just like that, you can't
readin' the cover of a pseudo paperback You're readin' the cover of a pseudo paperback Displays about writers, Chaucer to Steinbeck You're lookin' tired
fowling-piece Which was sent to Cromwell's niece, Who detested it, And rapidly sent it back With a dirty crack. A note we have from Chaucer Contains a bawdy
fowling-piece Which was sent to Cromwell's niece, Who detested it, And rapidly sent it back With a dirty crack. A note we have from Chaucer Contains a bawdy
fowling-piece Which was sent to Cromwell's niece, Who detested it, And rapidly sent it back With a dirty crack. A note we have from Chaucer Contains a bawdy
fowling-piece Which was sent to Cromwell's niece, Who detested it, And rapidly sent it back With a dirty crack. A note we have from Chaucer Contains a bawdy
manifested like a land without the Indian Just all kith and foul kin Whether Maltese or Millennium Saucer, Chaucer of the airwaves To assist once a nigga
fowling-piece Which was sent to Cromwell's niece, Who detested it, And rapidly sent it back With a dirty crack. A note we have from Chaucer Contains a bawdy
curdled in your cup Chaucer was to Canterbury what you were to the zone Instead of trying to solve it you left it alone A hangout you could call home
fowling-piece Which was sent to Cromwell's niece, Who detested it, And rapidly sent it back With a dirty crack. A note we have from Chaucer Contains a bawdy
en masse display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters, social leeches quoting Chaucer Doctor's son a parson's daughter where why
en masse display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters, social leeches quoting Chaucer Doctor's son a parson's daughter where why
To write about doing it, it could be done." I say 'no' in the oldest formula: "Fuck this, and fuck you" If it's good enough for Geoffrey Chaucer It's OK
en masse display their owners on the grass Couples loiter in the cloisters, social leeches quoting Chaucer Doctor's son a parson's daughter where why
chaucer Doctor's son a parson's daughter Where why not and should they oughta Please don't lie upon the grass Unless accompanied by a fellow May I be
Hey, there, little earth girl Would you like to take a whirl In my little flying saucer? We'll read Chaucer And cruise through the stellar plasma
turned out drab Mortified Chaucer goes ribald It's a free for all. It's a free for all And Gunther Grass has a booth down at the mall. An attic full
You dare to say you love me Yes that story is lovely Was that Chaucer or Barbour? Though that tale is quite my taste Just a fiction What a waste Read
Now he writes sweet poetry Just Like his name was chaucer I love my father And everything that the man stood for I dug my daddy If he had he would
I pray Hey, bluestocking Could we go walking today? Nodding off with a copy of Chaucer Wake you up to a cup with a saucer If such is the best that
Feel like I'm Cooper working on CLOCKWeЯK Spilling tales, hope they bury me by Chaucer Splitting tails, want the pasta with some Lobster Wonder if my
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