The Abbot for a walk went out A wealthy cleric, very stout, And Robin has that Abbot stuck As the red hunter spears the buck. The djavel or the javelin Has, you observe, gone bravely in, And you may hear that weapon whack Bang through the middle of his back. @3Hence we may learn that abbots should Never go walking in a wood@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPEAKIN' O' CHRISTMAS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SPOILS OF THE DEAD by ROBERT FROST THE STIRRUP-CUP by JOHN MILTON HAY ULTIMA THULE: THE CHAMBER OVER THE GATE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PENULTIMATE PURITAN by HELEN L. BARNES LET NO BIRD SING by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT |