A Martyr

by Iain James Robb

I've written of this and I've written of that,

Have scriven as you have it either that or this:

But if you strive against the wind when you decide to piss,

They say, you'll find up firing against your hat-


Like some old Brother who was broiled when he should have went,

Forsaking penance, for a chance to act his Order's liar:

His legacy that once he in the pot was pent,

He'd go down as the model, of a deep fat friar.