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