The Price of Sin

It starts with three farmers, all skilled and strong,

But only one worked in his fields for long.

Joseph was the hard worker, always down

Working his fields, but he would never frown.

For Joseph always took pride in his work,

Always so full of himself, what a jerk.

The next was Gregory, a simple man,

Who had envy in each working day plan.

He wanted crops like Joseph, that would grow,

Yet his yield in the field was much too low.

He had enough food for him and his wife,

Yet envied Joseph in all of his strife.

The last one was Roger, ever so lazy,

He did so little it was just crazy.

He knew that the others had so much food,

And working never fit in with his mood.

He would wait until hungry, then to others,

He would beg for food like they were brothers.

These men were all wicked in their own way,

And in justice soon they would dearly pay.

       At harvest's end Joseph called for a feast,

This made his pride grow evermore increased.

Both Gregory and Roger came to see,

Joseph could stack his food up to a tree.

Gregory copied how Joseph had worked,

And hoped that his crops would not then be perked.

Roger came to get food, totally free,

Something he knew would fill him up with glee.

On the way they met, and would talk about,

Something rarely done day in and day out.

They met with Joseph, he welcomed them so,

Anxious to show them all that he could grow.

They met with the others, happy to see

They all lived on ever so cheerfully.

Telling of years past they all would wonder

How each one had grown so far asunder.

All were now merry, each one growing near,

Happy enough to almost shed a tear.

All of them happy except for the three,

Their demons kept them from the loving spree.

      They went to Joseph's food, and they all saw,

Everything was gone, the meat to the straw.

Joseph noticed he was so full of pride,

His food he did not lock and safely hide.

Wolves, rabbits, birds, all animals came in,

And ate up his food, he'd pay for his sin.

When Gregory saw this, he knew as well,

That all of his food was also not swell.

For so full of jealousy, he had chose,

To put his crops near the very same foes.

He thought that Joseph had some kind of trick,

And did the same as him, cunning and quick.

Roger now feared that he would surely starve,

For he had not even started to crave.

He thought he would take from Joseph's great load,

But now he had nothing for his abode.

For each of these men would pay for their crime,

None of them could plant, there was just no time.

Each of them went hungry for one hard year,

And none of them could hope to preserve.