I wonder, as I sit here,
Humoring this fool,
Who keeps himself entertained,
With his scientific pursuits,
Should I be participating?
That musician is just as
Guilty as I am,
Strumming away as if
Nothing wrong is happening.
It’s obvious!
This fair maid is being kept
Hostage for his amusement!
We are being paid,
But she has no choice
In the matter.
And look at her!
She’s terrified!
He serves her with meat
As if a guest,
While she counts the
Seconds until he gets
Tired of his stupidity,
Sends us home,
And escorts her to
His chambers,
Where, just as she fears,
He will ravish her
With all his brutish strength.
We should stop it!
We should call the
City guards to lock him up,
And keep this sweet,
Innocent virgin
From such a sinister,
Grisly attack.
There are some things
That just should not
Be done in this world,
And having money,
Should not make it right!
(Magpie Tales: Mag 67 (visual)
Nicolas-Tournier—Banquet-Scene-with-a-Lute-Player)
Stumbling along the sidewalk 