The onset of
winter precipitated torrential rain
And
reluctance from the monks for the mundane bane
It also saw
the arrival of a strapping young swain
A garrulous
monk called Brother Blaine
An amiable
chap with a permanent smile
Who sailed
on a coracle from the Emerald Isle
He worked extremely
hard and never seemed to tire
And even
took charge of the monastery choir
Those were
his good qualities and something to admire
But lurking
underneath was a beast so dire
And
consumption of alcohol was like fuel on fire
Even one
little sip was enough to make him flip
And much to
everyone’s dismay
Every night
he caused an affray
Bashing
anyone who got in his way
It had
started one night in the ‘Goblet and Grail’
A quaint
little pub that served fine ale
The monks
had been drinking and telling funny tales
When Blaine
had walked in and downed two pails
Seconds
later he’d gone off the rails
And bedlam
had ensued with shrieks and wails
Making
sounds like an angry bear
He’d smashed
up every table and chair
Tore off his
robe and pulled on his hair
And with
flaring nostrils and a wild eyed stare
He’d yelled,
“Come and get me, if you dare!”
None of the
monks had wanted the strife
Through
absolute terror and risk of life
Then all of
a sudden his nature had turned mild
And he’d
fallen to the floor and cried like a child
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