|The Prioress Tale
The Prioress’ Tale
Prioress, now it is your time,
Speak up loud, be not a mime.
“Fine then, I’ll tell you a tale from my mother,
‘Twill be unique, unlike any other.
My story will teach you change isn’t good,
Understand it you will, make you better it should.”
Across the town and down the street
People stopped to sample his delicious treat
Sweet, thick and full of custardy goodness
There was a man, not Elliot Ness
Who fulfilled the Bronx’s pudding needs.
A fat man, he was, pudding was his seed
To plant on the earth to grow.
The lunch rush on Monday was quite slow,
But Pudding Man knew not what to do.
So he shut down his shop and put on his shoe
And walked right home and started to nap,
He fell asleep quick, unlike dripping maple sap.
All of a sudden something made him scream,
Was it a seizure, no it was just a dream.
The dream inspired him to rethink his life
Should he shut down his shop or kill himself with ...