W’rds I Didst Not Sayeth, But Hath Felt The Urge To… (A G’rmaphobe Writes)

H're satteth tabl'd in Oxf'rd's heart, Covet'd tav'rn from yesteryear.Present to hark on what folks doth sayeth, Trap their w'rds inside mine own weir. Hoyday! Nearby, a sir did request, A bombard of brown sauce to borrow.By sight, his wrinkly, bact'ria'd fing'rs, Hath brought unto me deepened sorrow. "Withdraw!" I demanded, "Wend hence with thee!… Continue reading W’rds I Didst Not Sayeth, But Hath Felt The Urge To… (A G’rmaphobe Writes)