Nostalgia is a funny thing
we think it nice to live elsewhere
perhaps in times of pretty ladies
in flowing gowns and lovely smiles.
We think of minstrels and jesters
eating fire and singing ballads
little thinking this my friends
their life was very precarious!
We think of knights in shining armor
readying for battle with pike and sword
of amor cortese and courtly gests
of jousting and swordplay and all the rest.
We think of velvet clad manor lords
and ladies in their gentleness
soft satins, silks and lovely braids
all kept up nicely in their veils.
‘Tis fun to look at by-gone days
in all it’s glorious lustrous glow
imagine what the jester’s saying
as he takes a picture of the crowd.
Oh people in your Gucci shoes
who’ve never known famine or plague
remember you’d all have been but serfs
cleaning up the horses muck.