Le Roman de la Rose

A curious man with a curious zest lived on the cusp of a rocky crest. Fond of the skies as well as the sea, he dreamt up devices of strange mobility and built them and brought them to life, and never had the time to find a wife. His skills and knowledge were in wide pursuit, known to the princely and the brute. His nights were full of researched wonder and in the days he put his wings to sunder the air above the realm of hoary blue which spread below, the higher he flew. He had a pupil whom he taught and loved, but who was prematurely snuffed for the same love of soaring altitudes with a neglect of stormy latitudes. One queen, a lusty dame of piquant tastes, hated spare parts to go to waste, so she dispatched a missive to our inventor to build a wooden cow that would commend her shape and elegance of stately form with a large hole, to fit the royal norm and make a white bull her great lover ere king and husband could discover. Our curious man was very fond of clasps, intricate workings, the queen - of gasps. He later built a labyrinth to hide the shame born out of beast and stately dame, but that was for her husband, king, who had a horny inkling. So was remembered the inventor in the years to come, when pious men kept rather mum: for the fantastic lofty fluttering and hoher-bass spasmodic uttering.