Lhude bump cuccu…
*Bump, cuccu, nu. Bump, cuccu
Bump, cuccu. Bump, cuccu, nu
Sumer is i-bumpin in—
Lhude bump, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springth the wude nu
Bump, cuccu!
Awe bleteth after lomb
Lhouth after calve cu
Bulluc bumpeth, bucke bumpeth—
Murie bump, cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu
Wel bumpes thu, cuccu
Ne swik thu naver nu!*
Bumped to say, nice job, Panache!
*Whan that Aprille with his shoures bumpe,
The droghte of March hath bumped to the roote,
And bumped every veyne in swich licóur …
*
Bump. Y’all crack me up!
Ah, Beck. Our young grassbumper.
Bumpin’ 90F today! Yikes!
runs into the thread and bumps into panache Oops, sorry!
That’s bumpin’ ok, Nava.
Aw. I missed Chaucer day.
To yow, my purse, and to noon other wight
Complaine I, for ye be my lady dere.
I am so sory now that ye be light,
For certes but if ye make me hevy chere,
Me were as leef be leyd upon my bere,
For which unto your mercy thus I slump
Beth hevy ageyn or elles mot I bump.
Bumpy weather predicted. :eek:
Shout-out to Yllaria for the elegant bump.
Nicely bumped, Yllaria!
No bumps in over 24 hours?
Bump it up folks.
But our bumps seem so ordinary now by comparison. Ah, well. Bumpety- bump.
Sometimes, ordinary bumps are the best kind of all.
Ok, here’s another ordinary bump.
Just have to share a Chaucerian pun from my last post.
The line: I am so sory now that ye be light, . . .
Since he’s called his purse a lady, saying she is light means both that his purse is nearly empty and that his purse is a strumpet, implying that his income is undependable. I think I got that from an old Medieval Studies textbook. It’s been awhile.
And, bump.
Evening bump.
Night bump.