The Summoner's Tale
Richard
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In a village old and quaint,
Lived a friar, from saint,
Begging alms and preaching lies,
Filling folks false goodbyes.
Oh, the friar, oh, what a lark,
sneaking in the dark,
Greedy for the gifts and gold,
But soon his tale will be retold!
To a man, Thomas named,
Went the friar, quite untamed,
"Give me, your soul I'll save,
In Heaven you'll have pave."
Thomas, tired of friar’s greed,
Hatched a to meet his need,
"Lay your hand upon my rear,
And a special gift you'll hear."
The friar in, unsuspecting,
Thomas farted, quite affecting,
Loud and long, gift did blow,
Leaving friar in a show!
Friar to the lord's hall,
Told his tale to one all,
But the lord and squire laughed with glee,
the friar's fart folly!
"Divide that fart among your kin,
Each a piece, so thin and thin,
Share it out, let all partake,
Of the gift you tried to take."
So beware the greedy friar,
Seeking gifts to him higher,
For in the end, a fart might be,
The only gift for hypocrisy!
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