The Story Of Poem by Marcus McKinley

Venturing the vast vistas of Venutius to Vellocatus
Passing a pile of pebbles precariously placed
A noticeable noise upon ear rambling, nagging
Hurried footsteps hopping in haste

Witnessing the wit of a wittol, walking through the wold
Tenuously telling his tales, he told
Of a bare bottom beauty befit and betrothed
Conspicuously courting countless cads
Hopelessly he holds on, to what he never had

Duped for the dowry, he day dreams each day
Aimlessly abjuring his affinity away
Sipping his ale, clearing his head
Such is life, he sarcastically said

(Singing)

She was a fine laden lass
With hair like silky spun gold
On a long winter night
She would never be cold
Every coin in my pocket
Was the spark in her eye
She fit my heart with a snaffle
And, took me for a ride