What a
palaver just for a cadaver
It wasn’t an
easy task getting rid of Barium
And it was a
huge undertaking trying to carry him
But eventually
they triumphed and managed to bury him
And even
Grover was convinced that the body was Ilirium
Blaine was
confused as to who had died
“A visiting
monk,” Borium had lied.
Because if
Blaine knew the truth
He would be
mortified
After the
service they went to the wake
Where there
were buckets of ale and plenty of cake
That’s where
Borium and Truman made a pact
That never
again would they talk about the act
As Idle
chatter could be a big mistake
Something
that could see them burnt at the stake
Blaine rushed
off to go and see Paine
Who
fervently whipped him again and again
Listening to
his passionate cries
Tears began
to flow from her bright blue eyes
Never had
she felt so much love before
She knew it
had to be sore
As she saw
how the whip ripped and tore
Yet still
dear Blaine cried for more
After it was
over they had a kiss and a cuddle
But on the
way home his head was in a muddle
Something
about the previous night
Something
didn’t feel right
And it
troubled him much as he walked the last mile
But soon his
frown turned to a smile
When he
recognised three friends from the Emerald Isle
Waiting for
him at the monastery
Dear friends
he so longed to see
The Brothers
Conn
Lepre, Ayre,
Mod and John
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