The hunted hare
\nBecame the hunter
\nThe hound dog ran in fear
\n“Blow the horns!” yelled the Hares,
\n“The Lord of Misrule is here!”<\/p>\n
When darkness overturned the world
\nAnd day ceased to rule the land
\nThe Lord of Misrule took the Throne
\nand all that was thought to be
\nthe True and Only way
\nFor a The Feast of Fools
\nBecame the order of the Day<\/p>\n
The Fool has put down the Mighty from their Seats
\nHe has taken the Precanter’s Staff
\nHe has released the prisoner’s from their cells
\nand placed them by his sides
\nWhile Bishops and Cardinals serve them food
\nAnd the Condemned may light of their broken pride! <\/p>\n
Hares and Hens ran through the halls riding the backs
\nOf hounds, horses Nuns and Men of the Clothe and shouting
\nIn the voices of Men! <\/p>\n
The Fool made Papal Decrees that Bishops oinked only
\nAnd Cardinals could both moo and neigh
\n(He was a generous Fool, they mooed).
\nThe friars danced in women’s frocks on the tables
\nIn women’s frocks
\nServing wenches, dressed in Cardinal Red
\nwere served by oinking Bishops<\/p>\n
You may think this tale too tall
\nPerhaps even sacrileges
\nTo imagine the sacred halls
\nOf Notre Dame de Paris painted
\nWith sigils decreed by this garish fool
\nWho by lot, had been but a stable boy
\nBeen chosen to be The Lord of Misrule. <\/p>\n
But it’s true that up was down and down was up
\nAnd Hares talked quite a lot
\nSo much so that not that many years ago,
\nOne was heard to be worried that he was running late!
\nIt was this very party that caused Misrule to change,
\n‘Maybe we need Fool-proof rules,’ rued aching Cardinals
\nThe end of Misrule Tide. <\/p>\n
Hidden away in the twelth century were some of the
\nLast times animals casually chatted in Notre Dame
\nThey ran out and all about and lived a very long time.
\nMisrule continued in various forms until Queen Elizabeth
\nTook the British Throne
\nBut still, hidden away, Misrule, the Fool and it’s Magic rules
\nThere’s no stopping the power of the darkest days! <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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