Picket Fenes

(I don't know Chaucer English, but my brain is tired and this is what it decided it wanted to write in. Its Dustin Middle English. Maybe somewhat akin to the lingua de Lewis Carroll via The Jabberwocky.)

Thare was a manne from Spicklespence
whom had a wite nise pikket fenes
he bott did he it wif nine pence
the spockle man from Spicklespence.

Doth as he plannt, twas his defens
the pritty wite nise pikket fenes
it was gud sheeld and very hence
he hyd beihind his pikket fenes.

The nayboors came and gazeth twence
upon his wite nise pikket fenes
thay sedd to him, "twis nice for shence!"
but gaezt not passd his pikket fenes.

His frends came by and did entrence
his yard by his nise pikket fenes
Not seeing howse, the commentence
"We liketh thou noo pikket fenes."

Stayd in his howse did his parents
his cousens, sisters, and their gents
they spoke about the mans good sents
to get a such nice pikket fenes.

But to evry day caem evry nite
when the sun was down and dark took lite
when his fenes stood there no longer wite
and his harrt stood in plainest site

Sedd to himself, "Now damm that fenes!
It wassnot werth the smallest pence
my friends, my cousins, and all their gents,
the holl lot do i questionence.

For since the fence, I painted home
first red, then wite, then shiny krome
I took the roof and put a dome
but past the fenes thay din't known.

The yard as well, I planted trees
Sown doun in twos, ript up in threes
I bilt a hive to raiseth bees
but none of them have notist thees

Miseylf it seems theyv but forgott
ignord the eye, ne'ermind the dot
I cood today leav fenes and plot
but notiss I'm not shur theyd not.

I'll tell you now and only you
I'fe changd mine hart frum red to bluu
I'fe changd my harre and cote and shoo
But outside the fenes, not one man knoo."

So I supoce it fillt his planns
to hyde hisself from other manns
but now hes not shur werre he stans.
So writeth he becuss he cans.