Me Traveling with the Canterbury Pilgrims

Another fellow entered the room,

He did not smell of strong perfume

But rather of some deodorant

Used for anti-perspirant.

The lad was of Korean descent,

He probably knew little of what that meant.

He labored little on the fields,

As his fate had been well sealed

Living in prosperous places

No fear of bandits or maces.

And he wore glasses recently mended,

His previous had been bended

Not of course in a bullying way,

Just in some big man’s way

He wore shorts or jeans and pants

Or t-shirts or button ups to prance-

Not well dressed of any sort

Regular ware at any of the world’s ports

Simplistic enough,

It did not give anyone huffs.

Going to the high school named Peninsula

The student took on much curricula

Around his school to get his grades

Showing all his accolades.

“Dude you’re so smart,”

replied the mass.

“Eh I’ll probably work at a mart,”

thought the ass.

And while in session he appeared attentive

Rather more he had incentive

To think of Goblins and Ghouls

Or to think of certain people at a pool.

His name was Jungi if I recall,

Everyone pronounced it rather mauled.

It did not matter to him at all,

It showed strong selflessness of him to be

Called anything else without a small fee.

Working with people he was certainly great,

Shaking hands and calling buddies “mate”.

Yet sometimes he would get oft angry,

At some disobedient Dean

“Hey with you off we would rather be

We would feel so more lean!”

The boy was opened minded,

Accepting everyone’s feelings,

Unless the opinion was too winded

And with that he was dealing,

Calling out the exception

And silencing that perception.

And thus when I saw him,

He was covered limb to limb,

Carrying tools, backpacks, eager to travel-

Making sure he has his poop shovel!

He joined our pilgrimage ready in hand,

He too set off with the band.

This poem is about: 
Me

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