Chatterboxes!

CHATTERBOXES!

High in a mountain monastery

Three monks sat down to a meal.

It was the Xmas season

And the bells had begun to peal.

This was the sign they'd been wanting,

For when it was Xmas week,

One of them, and only one,

Was given permission to speak.

They had taken a vow of silence

Which they kept for the rest of the year,

But on Xmas Day at the table

One could speak and the others hear.

This year it was Brother Luke's turn;

His voice was rather gruff.....

'I don't know what you others think

But I think this pork is tough.'

A year went by and once again

It was the Xmas season,

Brother Mark looked cheerful

And, of course, he had good reason.

This was his year for speaking!

He said 'Well, listen to me!

I think the pork is tender,

As tender as it could be!'

Another year went flying by

And this time Brother John

Took his turn at speaking.

His chance would soon be gone.

So he took his time about it,

Filling his festive cup.

'I'm sick of all this bickering!

He said  Shut up! Shut-up! Shut-up!'

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Another unusual table here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/musicians-of-bremen.html

See tomorrow's blog for a poem for Children.