And so our hero Rustico
Instead of bliss was finding woe
Until one day some men did come
To see where Abilech had run
Her home had burned and family died
And she was now a rich young bride
A man of power wished to marry
So her to town the men did carry
To Rustico's profound relief.
Abilech wailed and gnashed her teeth:
"However shall I serve God now?
I'll never take a wedding vow
It keeps the devil out of hell."
"Abilech, you don't sound well,"
Said the ladies of the town.
So she explained, with sigh and frown,
About her favorite holy work.
And all the ladies' ears did perk!
"Oh ho!" they laughed, "Well, never fear,
Your husband's saintly, so we hear
And he will make that devil go
To hell more oft than Rustico."
She was well-pleased and tears she dried
And made an eager, willing bride.
There's the ring of wedding bell
So go you all on out and tell
How we can all serve God so well
And put that devil into hell
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Erk. That was too many "did verb"s for my liking. Oh well.
Well! There we have it, in full too-long draft. Next: cut down, rewrite, check scansion, rhyme and meter. And then, the 'in honor of' poem.
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