The monastry was very quiet, evening prayers had all been sung
The Novices too, were all depressed , they were not expecting fun,
When a birthday Brother suddenly said 'I have an idea, great'
Lets us all go into town where we can Celibate.
Now you may ask 'What fun a monk can have? I'll have to use a pun,
So, ask me 'What fun a monk can have?, the answer , is but none.
© Norman
Dengate
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