Blaine started
out with no idea where he was heading
And likewise
quite how far he would be treading
But in order
to avoid execution
And to
ultimately acquire absolution
The arduous
traipse was the only solution
His major
dilemma was which way to go
As searching
in all directions would be tediously slow
North or
south
East or west
He made a
decision that north would be best
Even if he
didn’t find Truman and Borium
At least he
could visit his old friend Deplorium
The last
time they’d met was on the Emerald Isle
When the Scottish
monks had visited for a while
The annual
games they’d come to play
And for the
Scots it had been a triumphant day
As it was
the very first time that they’d won away
Blaine had
faced Deplorium in a wrestle of the arm
And the
strength of the Scot had been cause for alarm
Blaine had
been the champ and had a title to defend
But the
plucky Scot had proved too good in the end
Festivities had
ensued and had lasted the weekend
And Brother
Blaine had made a brand new friend
On that
final day before they’d sailed away
Blaine had
made a promise that he’d visit him someday
Upwards and
onwards he continued to go
Through icy
wind and falling snow
The thought
of not returning crossed his mind
But he
didn’t have the heart to be so unkind
Sister
Agatha had told him that if he dared to defy
Then
Mistress Paine would slowly die
The nun had
made sure he didn’t have a choice
All of a
sudden he heard a voice
“Another
monk,” he heard a man say. “A toll is required if you want to go this way.”
“Are ye
sayin’ that others have passed?”
“Two little
fellows looking extremely harassed.”
“Many thanks
for lettin’ me know. Now In order to go forth, how much do I owe?”
“Give me
three groats and then you can go.”
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