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The monger's tale If he could match this feat, The enemy admits defeat. In the pact of the earth's street, FATE is what the mongers meet; A decree as nobly to greet With a measure of discreet When the options are shallow And the tide seems mellow, WISDOM is a leader to follow; Either the road is wide or narrow, From the fore shall d hind borrow In the large mines in field, On obstacles will the nerves build; PERSEVERENCE will a monger wield To claim the will and be bold, As to earn a crest in the guild Is to claim statute and mould And here comes the bitches; Beguiling friendly snitches, Who will always aim their wishes On being slippery fishes, DECEPTION stands the aces Wit sycophancy stamped on faces The mongers are brothers, And each monger suffers The unbecoming of other mongers. In the game of wonders, BETRAYING the trust of others Likewise of his blunders In building a boar's bait, He ought not wait To determine his gait; FOLLY is his hair plait If he pauses to see its weakness trait... A reversal he might await. The monger's stool Is that of calm and cool; To swim farther in the pool, DISCRETION is soft as wool To use as a floating tool But not supplied to a fool.