Can'T Make a Monk Out of Me

A plush monk’s life was my designation Before the process of dissolution Then back to now, fast extrication From enforced seizure and desecration A simple life it was for me Amid fertile land, its fruits aplenty The chapter house was full of deals lucrative ones that ensured good meals The venerable relic in sacred place A mecca for pilgrims upon which to gaze And tourism fast filling the chapter house coffers Ensuring the refectory is full of scoffers A rural retreat in which to languish Organic produce, not just a sandwich free range and fresh by home kept beast A buttery and flour, just add the yeast The spartan dorm is plain and crude But no money needed and even free food Just say a few prayers and work on the land Outdoor jobs that leaves one well tanned A stroll in the cloisters, then meditate Plainsong soars melodically when it is late It soothes the mind and placates the soul Even more lovely when the bells start to toll This monastic decadence now at its peak Espied by Henry who’s got a damned cheek The supreme head is after its dough O dear, I think its time to go My trusty machine will ensure my return Refreshed, better and much I’ve learned Ruthless old Henry their land he took Their fate outlined in my history book ,