The Crowning of the Fool

A mighty King, renowned his rule,
Bold and brave, ne’er found a fool,
In search of venture, took his steed,
Rode long and far, as wind should lead.

Therewith a lake he came upon,
And far off spied a silver swan,
And gazing forth, he sees it gleam,
Approaching ponders what it means

Alas! The King had come too far,
To lands where dwells the sorcerer,
When swan advanced, though bold and brave
the King from magic could not save.

Pronounced a curse upon the King,
That when the earth her sunset bring,
His crown adorn another’s head,
Not heir nor kin, or he’ll be dead.

At once he set, though untold sour,
to find a man before that hour,
and set in heart he was to seek,
a noble man, nor frail nor weak.

And so unto the lakes he rode,
For mighty men ‘round there abode,
But found them lacking noble taste,
He carried on, and went in haste.

Out to the hills of wizened folk,
A man of these could wear his cloak,
But finding them, he thought, too old
Another should his kingdom hold.

Then to the town for men of valour,
surely these to none would cower,
Though well impressed, he had concern
The learned seem more fit to govern

Time beckoned on, and King in thought,
At length exclaimed: Of his own court!
At once he set back home with speed,
Relentless fled, he was in need.

Horse feint and fell, was rode too hard,
The King aghast, far from his guard,
And knowing that the sun won’t last,
Vowed he to crown the next who past

Then stumbled by a peasant man,
Chasing pigs, who from him ran,
The King took crown, and to him went,
The peasant bowed, in fear he bent.

And so it ends, as sun went down,
could find no other, he to crown,
stretched out his arm, as bowed was head,
and crowned this peasant in his stead.

Tea Trips: English Breakfast and Rosemary

[Tuesday 23rd August, 2011] Mighty confusion running 'mongst us all - rogues dint want there plain old cuppa tea. Got all fancy likes - talks of putting flowers in 'em. Don't know what's gotten into 'em. Great talk of separation - so I looks for a sharp prize. Hauled a good 'un, spied a rosemary crop way by the coastline, ah, she ain't called rosemary for nought! Puts a sprig o' that's in their English breakfast and they's quiet as babes - happy as ye make 'em. Got 'em a new teapot lid an' all. All things went well again. Fickle lot.

[The entry relies on the pirate Bartholomew Roberts liking his tea more than alcohol, and extensively uses Blackbeard's famous log on the angst of his crew until he hauls some fresh alcohol. Thus, it is incongruous, inconsistent, and riddled with geographical, historical, and grammatical falsities in the name of stylisation - but no more than the average film aiming for a similar fictional effect. There is sense behind the comments on Rosemary, yet mostly if they were in the Mediterranean, as far as I am aware.]


Thrice - thrice I say!
The number of times that water has escaped its proper abode in a day, so loose the pentateuchal floods of three, and end it with the Trinity.

Three sons. Saved from a flooded world.
Three years. The age of goat and ram to covenant with Abraham.
Three visitors. Stop to visit that same man.
Three seahs. The flour needed for those visitor's cakes.
Three flocks. Where Jacob met his shepherdess.
Three sons. For Leah, so Levi's his name.
Three days. A safe distance from that father-in-law
Three months. Judah learns of Tamar's pregnancy.
Three branches. Budding vines in the cupbearer's dream.
Three days. The time to the cupbearer's restoration.
Three cake baskets. The omens of the days the baker has.
Three days custody. For the brothers of Joseph.
Three hundred shekels of silver. For Benjamin, from Joseph.

Three months. The age of a hidden child.
Three days' journey. The time asked of Pharaoh, to sacrifice to the LORD.
Three days of darkness. In the land of Egypt, a plague.
Three days. Finding no water in the wilderness.
Three rights. For a wife, or else.
Three festivals. For the Israelites to keep.
Three branches. Two sets on the lampstand, one on the right, one on the left.
Three cups. Like almond blossoms, atop of the branches.
Three cubits. The height of the altar.
Three thousand men. The number who perish for divine adultery.
Three pillars. Of the hangings of the tabernacle.
Three bases. Corresponding to the pillars.

Three tenths of an ephah. Of flour, on the eighth day of a leper's cleansing.
Three years. Growing room for trees before eating.
Three years. The abundance of the harvest on the sixth year.
Three shekels. The vow valuation of a baby girl.

Three days' journey. On the move from the mount of the LORD.
Three people. "Come to the tent of meeting."
Three tenths of an ephah. Of flour, of a grain offering.
Three strikes. A donkey complains for making a fool of a false-prophet.
Three turns aside. The donkey goes back, but Balaam goes on.
Three blessings. But Balaam meant curses.
Three tenths of an ephah. Grain offering for each bull.
Three days' journey. The time to Etham.
Three cities of refuge. Beyond the Jordan.
Three cities of refuge. These in Canaan.

Three cities of refuge. Recapitulated, beyond the Jordan.
Three years. At its end, gathered tithes.
Three times a year. Festivals, gathering tribes.
Three witnesses. For legal cases.
Three cities of refuge. In the land for manslaughter.
Three parts. Measures of the land for equidistant refuge.

One Godhead.
One substance.
One Father.
One Son.
One Holy Spirit.
Three persons.
Two thousand years of head-scratching.
One mystery.