Chaucer’s Wordes Unto Adam His Own Scriveyne
Adam scrivener, if ever thee befall
Boece or Troilus for to write new,
Under thy longe locks thow maist have the scall,
But after my makinge thou write mor trew,
So oft a day I mot thy werke renewe
It to correct, and eke to rubbe and scrape,
And all is thorowe thy necligence and rape.
But, while the Guardian claims this “poem has the primal rage of writers through the ages whose work is sloppily reworded during the editing process,” how can we be sure he’s not teasing? It’s Chaucer.
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