Green sauce

(not written by Henry VIII)

By Brunissende Dragonette de Brocéliande, Lêretochter bî Juliana von Altenfeld

And now, a poetic interlude...

Alas my cook, you do me strong
Add the garlic so generously
And chop parsley and herbs along
Delighting verjuice company

The green sauce was all my joy
The green sauce was my delight
The green sauce for a heart of gold
And what but a cook's green sauce?

I have been ready at your hand
To cover whatever you would crave.
With a wood spoon akin to a wand
Mixed all the ingredients you have


You poured some green sauce on boar's head
That was baked fine and gallantly.
You kept me at dayboard and bed,
Which marked your breath inauspiciously.


Your men were covered all with green,
And they did ever wait on me;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet some wouldst not love me.


Ah, green sauce, I say farewell, adieu,
To cooks I pray to remember me,
For I am still thy lover true,
Prepare me again and love me.

Reprinted from the Fall, 2005, issue of Arts and Sciences, a special issue of the Pikestaff,
the official newsletter of the Kingdom of the East. Used by permission.