The Miller's Tale
Richard
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As the rope snapped, leaving him hanging, aghast.
He joined in the plot, a love triangle's plight,
A student named Absalom, with locks flowing gold,
Had a young wife, Alisoun, fair as the dawn.
Built three baskets, high in the rafters, so rude.
John, still aloft, his anger did rise,
But Alisoun and Nick, had a different game to play.
So next time you court, with a heart full of glee,
They tricked him with shouts, of a watery doom,
The Miller's tale ends, with a lesson to learn,
Love and trickery, a fire that can burn.
He cut down the baskets, with fury in his eyes.
In Oxford town, a carpenter named John,
Also desired Alisoun, a story untold.
He doted on her, kept her locked away tight,
While Absalom climbed, for Alisoun's room.
Lived with John, with a stargazer's plan.
Charmed Alisoun, though to John she belonged.
Remember dear listener, what goes around, comes back to thee!
This tale of deceit, getting out of control!
Nick, with a hot poker, dealt him a blow,
John, bruised and bewildered, exposed Nick's wicked plight.
But landed with Absalom, a comical feat.
But love, like a miller's wheel, it grinds both day and night.
He bellowed for help, a flood's on its way!
John, fearing a flood, by Nick's cunning tongue fooled,
This tale of deceit, let the laughter begin!
A scholar named Nick, a cunning young man,
The commotion awoke the whole town in a fright,
He planned to escape with Alisoun, you see,
This tale of deceit, under the pale moonlight.
He lusted for Alisoun, a right merry dance,
While poor John the carpenter, snored through the night.
This tale of deceit, a bawdy romance.
Alisoun feigned innocence, a sly, wicked grin,
Also fell for Alisoun, down on his knees.
He craved a hot meal, some company too,
This tale of deceit, just what will they do?
He whispered of love, a forbidden delight,
While Nick and Absalom, climbed for a rendezvous, oh glee!
A jolly old parish clerk named Wally the wheeze,
Nick, with his lute and voice like a song,
John climbed to the basket, a terrible crash,
Wally the wheeze, climbed for a tasty treat,