Meanwhile in
the great land to the west
Erik the
Viking had lost his zest
There’d been
constant bickering between him and the rest
And the
harmony between them had since regressed
Even life
with Sioux he’d begun to detest
With his
constant nagging and thinking he knows best
So with his
patience constantly being put to the test
And thoughts
of Borium that only made him depressed
He rose one
morning and decided to leave
Sioux did not
fuss nor did he grieve
There were too
few memories on which to cleave
And deep
down Erik knew that he had his eye on Steve
So it was a
simple parting without remorse
And he immediately
set sail to the land of the Norse
The welcome
he received was warm and hearty
Cheers and
singing and the inevitable party
But Erik
just needed to rest his head
So he set
off to see if he could find an empty bed
He doubted
that his old one would still be free
Desperately
weary he decided to go and see
Inside his
former resting place a woman cried with elation
And curiously
he went to suss the situation
But he
cursed himself for his lack of hesitation
When he saw
the woman and his brother in the act of copulation
“Erik, we
are busy with an act of intimacy,” cried his brother Derek. “Please allow us
our privacy.”
“Another one
could be fun,” cried the former nun. “You, him and me.”
“I’m afraid
brother Erik is not like you and me. And his love is for a monk over the sea.”
“Oh, I see. I
know many monks. Who is he?”
“Borium is
his name and he was the one for me. But circumstances drove us apart; and now I
realise he’ll be always in my heart.”
“Lock me in
chains and slap me with a flounder! How could anyone fall for that little
bounder?”
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