This is a poem written in iambic petameter mocking the cantabery tales we read in class

A long long time ago there was a man
He was known near and far as hunter Dan
His age was twenty six or twenty four
He had friends his love and needed no more
His right hand man had forever been there
The love of women and hunting they shared
With their heads filled big they walked around town
Fighting any competition they found
They'd go out to drink and hang with the guys
Partying hard until the sun would rise
Together they played the women they met
On who got how far and how fast, they'd bet
A grade up to nine they would give each one
But to receive a ten has not been done…