I was just walking in Spain the year was 1403

I was walking alone happy as can be

When a Monk came up talking to me

“Are you the town Atheist as they told me they see?”

I told him I was and asked if he knew my family

But he then got splash by a puddle, horse and buggy

He looked at his mess and then up again at me

With a twitch in his eye, scold’s “I feel the devil upon thee”

As he walks back looking at yours truly

He stepped in goat mess in nearly bare feet

I ran up to him and said “here have a seat”

As I pulled up a bail and slipped off his footwear

He then slapped my hands and screeched “how could you dare?”

But I still washed his foot with my water carafe

His dirty poop foot took my water to last

“My hands are still mess” I joked with a laugh

“Here take my boots, your scandals will match”

I offered the Monk and we then switch shoes

The monk was suspicious and said “is this a ruse?”

I cracked him a smile then replied “you have me confused”

He got up and said “these are really nice boots!”

“Sir if you don’t mind! May I go back with you?

Your shoes are not fine and my hands have goat poo”

He stood up straight to look at me “sorry but you can’t even repent”

He left me there dirty wondering what he meant

I bent to the puddle a washed off my fingers

Although it was gone the smell it just lingers

And I went to the cobbler to wrap up my feet

In some new sandals clean, nicer and neat

As I walked out the door

I was knocked out for sure

I awoke in a cell thinking ‘what for’

When a plate of food slipped in, tail of a bore

But I did not eat

I was pretty mad and the door I did beat

My cell was full of grime, rodents and hay

The walls show fluid stains of the grosses dismay

I kept my eyes closed and slept all that day

That night my neighbor explained to me “you should be restless