With grace
and providence from the great Almighty
Borium and
Truman made it back to Blighty
But things
were not as they were in their monastic home
As Brother
Nolan had been promoted and had gone to Rome
And Brother
Ilirium was now the monastery’s new abbot
An amiable
monk with a tendency to rabbit
And it was
widely known that he’d chase anything in a habit
But to
Borium and Truman he was a valuable friend
For with
Ilirium there was no need to pretend
And certain
rules they were able to bend
Like early
to bed and strict curfew
As both of
them knew what Ilirium liked to do
His late
night jaunts and secret affair
With Maude
the bawd in her illicit lair
She was his
best kept secret
His
forbidden fruit
But Borium
and Truman had been very astute
And late one
night they’d followed him to the house of ill repute
His face had
been a picture when they’d caught him in the act
But they’d
sworn to secrecy and then made a pact
That they’d
be allowed the very same leisure
And he would
have to pay for their sinful pleasure
So, by day
they got on with their monotonous chores
And at night
they delighted in Madame Maude’s whores
But little
did they know about Sister Dunn
A sour faced
stickler and suspicious nun
One who was
about to spoil their fun
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