The Summoner's Tale
Richard
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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To a sick man, Thomas named,
"Divide that fart among your kin,
Seeking gifts to lift him higher,
Friar ran to the lord's hall,
But the lord and squire laughed with glee,
Told his tale to one and all,
Of the gift you tried to take."
Hatched a plan to meet his need,
Thomas, tired of friar's greed,
Oh, the friar, oh, what a lark,
So beware the greedy friar,
Leaving friar in a show!
But soon his tale will be retold!
In Heaven you'll have golden pave."
For in the end, a fart might be,
"Lay your hand upon my rear,
Lived a friar, far from saint,
Filling folks with false goodbyes.
In a village old and quaint,
And a special gift you'll hear."
Greedy for the gifts and gold,
Each a piece, so thin and thin,
The only gift for hypocrisy!
Begging alms and preaching lies,
Always sneaking in the dark,
Share it out, let all partake,
Went the friar, quite untamed,
Loud and long, the gift did blow,
Thomas farted, quite affecting,
"Give to me, your soul I'll save,
The friar leaned in, unsuspecting,
At the friar's fart folly!