Here beginneth the webby paginas of Geoff Chaucer Junior.

This gnof clepped Geoff Chaucer Junior danceth and singeth songes maids and men woot well, yat in a tongue folke gespeaked in a centurye longe before decisiouns aboute spellynge. These songes he hath seyde and swore to have gescrived but ye woot well it be nat trewe for ye have gesung alonge with hem at hame or upon a disc thynge in a taverne.

His liefmoste musik is rock ‘n roll, yat eek pop and folk doth bringe his herte muche joye. Nat formyd Tamla, rap and easy listenynge. Geoff danceth to hem all!

His dwellinge is in no place especial. He maketh musik throughe all the Shires of Engelonde fram Aprille rounde to Mersh ageyn. Som folke thinkes he be a foole, som folke thinkes he wolde, but it be certaine that Geoffrey maketh merrie with his merrie makynge in ilke Shire whither he goes!

Whilom Geoff was yonge, he spente houres in his chambre from whan the sonne cam up til the moone and the sterres brightlye shoone rehercynge swetely with his mirie throte, and dancynge til his moder and vader gespeaked full sturdily for himme to stint his clappe and go to bedde. But a litel after cokkes hadde ycrowe yonge Geoff was at it ageyn!

His vader is moste renowne. He gescrived the ’Canterburye tales’ and manye ottere thynges. But whan yonge Geoff gelerned to plucke the giterne, did his vader pretende nat to know himme. Yat whilom betimes, his parente doth hime disowne for that he doth make pastyme with badde companie in the low places of Engelonde & als in londes acros the saltwatter sea: “thatte carl, mi sonne” he spake, “must needs mak reicht his lyfe – mayhap methinkes he doth nede himme a wyfe”. Geoff Jnr wasse nat avilable to commente.