The Sacramento Tales

In London towne had somtyme dwelt among

Commentatours, pundittes, and swich kynd.

Wyth one of hem, a much admired mynd,

She lyved; but than despayrd, becaus, she said,

Her lovyere was not any gode in bedde.

Forsooth, in al oure mery companye

Ther was none fyner drest than she,

Rodeo Dryves fyn wares she knew ful wel:

Versace, Gucci, Tiffany, Chanel.

Ne fell her heer one lokke out of place

Ne wrinkel one, ne blemishe mark'd her face.

Allas, whan she did speken on TV

Ne man colde folow but one worde in thre.

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[This is as much of the manuscript as Mr. Derbyshire has deciphered to date. Stay tuned.]

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