
This story which I shall now relate
of an abbey on an island in a lake
and the tale of a generous potentate
who’s dead wife in the church was laid
so bequeathed to the abbey her silver plate
a gift much welcomed by the old prelate
that was put in the charge of an initiate
but he with the silver did absquatulate
hoping that by night he could escape
then mindful if captured of his likely fate
he left the treasure at the gates

Very clever poem. Nicely done.
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Thanks, great praise Indeed
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Excellent story excellently penned, and good use of the word ⭐⭐
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Methinks such flattery may go too far but thanks anyway
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