Anyway, I'm up to the High Middle Ages: Crusades and Culture, and I read about Goliardic Poetry. It was the graffiti and dirty limericks of it's time.
The one poem that the book provided was this:
My intention is to die
In the tavern drinking;
Wine must be at hand, for I
Want it when I'm sinking.
Angels when they come shall cry,
At my frailties winking:
"Spare this drunkard, God, he's high,
Mr. Speilvogel explains that Goliardic poetry was highly irreverent and focused on wine, women, and song, written by vagabond students and teachers. It was the kind of thing you might find written in a stall somewhere, like "George Washington Crapped Here". Or the ever popular, "Here I sit, all broken hearted, I had to shit, but only farted".
Or the most common of all, "For a good time, call this phone number". It has been my experience that these numbers, most often, don't really turn out to be a good time.
*I would have replaced beer for wine, but that's just me. Ed.