Mother of all Feasties

In days of Yore when knights were bold  
and shopping was mostly, local,  
the huswifes chores or so I'm told  
we're pretty much all, in total...  
 
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make  
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,  
and mill and milk and brew and bake  
and make soup from poor dead turtles.  
 
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode  
those indigenous wild yeasties,  
that can be found world round my loves  
to make the Mother of all, feasties...