Of codpieces and codswallop

darkmaas

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A bunch of the regulars were sitting around the old electronic hearth and indulging in a postprandial, when the conversation naturally turned to codpieces. (Those of you with a smattering of Elizabethan literature under your belt, as it were, will know of which I speak. If not might I suggest this link). One poet made quite a point of spelling it codspiece, but I am pleased to report that she was confusing the spelling with codswallop, which is not the same at all.

One might ask why the cream of literotica were discussing a male fashion statement that died out several centuries ago. Well I can report that conversations are unpredictable things and apart from the obvious interest in Shakespeare's era there is a local love of things pescatorial. We have for instance Rybka, a local institution. The angling metaphor surfaces frequently and seascapes often feature in posted poetry.

However the conversation started with a discussion by the ladies (who it seems were knitting a modern reprise on an older fashion for various paramours). I should hasten to point out the obvious fact that the recipients of this largess were not poets as such a garment would of course be superfluous for your average (male) poet.

At any rate, it struck me that this topic should be shared and I invite comment on the twists of male fashion, Shakespearean fashion values and perhaps even the odd sonnet dedicated to the lowly codpiece.

Respectfully,

darkmaas.
 
Love's First Glance

When first I saw thy inspired countenance
I thought not for my innocent childhood,
But for other more mature endeavors
according to nurse “Will come to no good”.

I must admit it was not thy sweet brow
Which opened my immature interests,
Or mature interests rather... certainly.
My pulse quickened, heart beating in my breast

Eyes dipped and traveled the length of your dress
Piously averting that which I should.
Then, overcome by the devil, I did glance
noticing something I misunderstood.

My mind wheeled and spun then did slowly cease
And with tingly grin gasped “Thaaaat’s a codpiece!”
 
Be careful what you wish for...

I said:
I invite... even the odd sonnet dedicated to the lowly codpiece.

I am speechless with laughter.

That is certainly the oddest sonnet.
 
Re: Be careful what you wish for...

darkmaas said:
I said:

I am speechless with laughter.

That is certainly the oddest sonnet.

I'll take it!
 
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