in a twiddle to vacillate and yoyo alliteration?
As long as the sick humor was bent, fabulous brutes may survive the surface of the earth,
Monks had mocked her mother;almoner snobbed the altar boy,
Sometimes repression from the guest master and master of novices,
No dispensaries from the infirmarers,as cantor and sacristans
Expelled him from sacerdotal services and access to valuable incentives ,
Where lay servants adroitly mock him and so strange to himself
Albert was tormented with self doubt ever since the abort and the prior ,
Hurled mother with derogatory remarks in the front of the Stewards,almoners and cellarers,
Their rebukes meandering as it were doth convince him
Pyrates stool was worth the sacrifice of lifetime dream .
On the eve of coronation, intelligence reached abbot
Shocked at the ironies of life and intone"
A bastard became the king!"👑
A week thereafter had met his netherworld and hardly recovered from the moral lynch.
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