Of games moste foulle...and mastre Chaucere

Maistre Chaucere, canstow not quyte thine bayting of me? By rightes, oon of the worste blogge-postes Y have endured this twelve-monthe be from youre Ludi de Visionibus in youre wrytings of 'noobs':

GRANDE THEFTE, COLLUSIOUN, AND MAYNTENANCE...Every tyme ich do commit trailbaston and hitte a lawyer ovir the heede to take of hys coynes, ich do pretende yt ys that wankere Johannes Gower! Ywis, ich do thinke that this game pleseth nat the menne of parlement for yt striketh verye close to the merke.

O dere sire! Y feer youre soule be to far gone now sith yow take swich plaisure in thys moste evile occupation. And thatte yow haf imaginings of doing such wronges to myselve. Indede if yow fere the menne of parlemente thou sholde een more beware that mine LORDE THE KYNGGE RICARDE mighte nat likke thys 'game'.

Backe from an audienz wyth mine maistre LE KYNGGE

Gretinges mine fayre rederes, I be plaised to informe yow ich haf retorned. Yt be dificile to sayye what went wrongge, save that mine lord THE KYNGGE did take excepcion to what yonge Lowys that yvil childe dide do with mine manuscripte and did blame me yfor it. And maistre Chaucere dide not admitte to thys wrong done by his sone and did endede wax merry when THE KYNGGE did demaund thatte ich accompte for the dede and paye for it.

And so I hav ben awaye from thys virtualle espace for one annus horibilis, as I repayed THE KYNGGE and abided by his demaunde thatte ich not wryte of any thyng. And sewe I haf endured the tauntynges and asailements of mastre Chaucere for the extent of this tyme wyth no recours.

Indede yt has ben a plaisure tow werke mine feldes and repayre mine hus and I haf lerned to pay no minde to hys many baitinges and simple werdes. He writes of trifles and litel thynges and yselles t-shirtes and the lykke. Hwat nede I to worrye of swich nonsense?