The Rich Man Has To Pay
Who is she? Asked the man of cloth.
Only a whore, the rich man’s son said.
But where are her clothes?
She kicked them off when she tried to have her way with me.
She is a brazen hussy!
In actuality, she was a poor girl, living on the street
Who accidentally caught the wild man’s fancy.
The woman is shrieking, and wailing.
She is yelling that she has been violated.
What shall we do with her? The rich man’s son asks.
I need her quieted, and I need it now.
This wailing and carrying on is annoying.
Please shut her up! The rich man’s son says.
Giving the priest silver in a pouch.
The priest is given gold also for his counsel.
Then more gold to take her away and dress her.
She becomes a novice and begins taking vows.
But there is one little problem when a pregnancy is discovered.
The rich man has to pay more money.
So sad, says the priest,
wondering when the lad will bring by his next novice.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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