The Annual Groat
Here's Jack, the Tudor gong shoveller, contemplating pay day. The lord of the manor will give him a single groat at Lammastide for his year's work clearing the latrines.
"Here's your Groat: Don't spend it all at once my man"
"But my lord, it's the smallest coin in the realm"
"Well, just be careful"
"Here's your Groat: Don't spend it all at once my man"
"But my lord, it's the smallest coin in the realm"
"Well, just be careful"
I suppose he could use it to buy one hundred and twenty gallons of beer.
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