Co-worker Owns Me

I was in a meeting when someone mentioned that April showers bring May flowers, and of course I responded with,"Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote!"

And then I stopped, because that's all I know of Canterbury Tales, just the "April showers" part written in Middle English. 

A co-worker answered, "The droghte of March hath perced to the roote" and then proceeded to rattle of the rest of the entire canto without stopping for breath.

I laughed so hard I wheezed. I have never been so delightfully one-upped. 

I mean I assume he was quoting the rest of it, he could be saying some Swedish Chef gibberish and passing it off as Middle English. 

Comments

[KC]

That is fabulous.

[TheQueen]

KC - it really did make me laugh.

[Big Dit]

F-ing Chaucer. Entirely his fault I got a lower level of honours than I deserved. Obligatory paper, hated it, kept forgetting about it, did pass the exam, just, but it dragged down my overall grade. All his fault. Have never, will never forgive or forget. F-ING Chaucer.

[TheQueen]

Big Dit - (I assume this is the Middle English spelling of Dot) - I never achieved anything but summa cum laude, and I also studied Chaucer. I see a pattern. Clearly he is spending his afterlife sabotaging educated women with his smutty unfinished Tales, the bastard.