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