Hey there!!

I wrote this brief poem in Middle English and I wish that you all enjoy it and laugh, as I did.
And for those who can't understand it, try to translate it, you will enjoy it!
I thynketh to telle yow al,
of my freend the ensample
by his nome cleped Tal.
The tale to telle ist eft symple.
The Devs sith aftermeel pryme hour
softe soun maken ylyk shour
whan Talad, that er hath sleep, rysette
and the "ZzZ" enditynge IRC avalette.
Talad, Nature to yow yave wit and sooth
large, but I beg to swynk yeld gooth!
I knowe that tyme byrafte yower, Devs mare!
Devyne sire of Kran leet with bismare,
abidyng for the ende of the steven,
Whil to herkne Devs were levere sterven.
Bifil that on a day
tweye dangerous wenches he voided
I saugh this in erly May
he of hi esily disposed.
Talad ist fair at puzzle bubbles.