Stolen, brazenly, from Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog:
STOP YOUR SCLAUNDRES OF BRITNEY!
By the blood and
nayles and bones of Our Lord, how swyving dare any man to make japeryes
of Britney de Speres? Considereth, ye churles, how many sorwes hath
y-flocked Britney-ward. Her aunt hath perisshed, and eek she hath
tasted the wo that is in mariage, and she hath two swyving enfauntes
for the which she must care. Ywis, her hosbond she founde to be nat but
an dronklewe man, and a foule adulterer, and nowe the custodie of the
children is in the proces of the courtes of the realme.
You would really have to live at my house, and have been subjected to my many tirades over the last few weeks on the subject of Britney Spears, and also probably be a total medieval-geek, to find this anywhere near as amusing as I am finding it.