The Ring

Hasiseau has yet another thing

to tell. A man once owned a ring

which, when worn, by a magic spell

at once would make his manhood swell.

It happened one day that he rode

across a field where a stream flowed.

He got off his horse when he saw it,

stroke to the bank and crouched before it,

and there he washed his hands and face.

He took the ring out in that place.

At length he got up and rode on,

but left the ring there on the lawn.

A bishop soon came riding by.

As soon as the stream caught his eye,

he dismounted and found the ring,

and, enthralled by its glittering,

he picked it up and put it on.

His virile member thereupon

began to stiffen in due course.

The bishop, now back on his horse,

was disconcerted to detect

his member had grown quite erect

and this growth didn't seem to end it,

for it grew even more distended

and so enlarged, it burst the stitches

at the seams of the bishop's britches.

Ashamed, the bishop shows his servants

what hard luck mortifies and burdens

him, but they've no way of construing 

this mischief is all the ring's doing.

It grew till it dragged on the ground.

He sent this messengers around

to find someone who could advise

him how to bring it back to size.

The man who'd lost the ring got word 

of what strange marvel had occurred,

and to the bishop straightaway

he went and asked how much he'd pay

him if he could effect a cure.

He said, unable to endure

such agony, "Just name your fee."

"Then I ask you to agree

to give me those two rings you wear

and one hundred pounds as my share."

Without the rings on, his incessant

erection became detumescent.

Before the bishop paid his hundred 

pounds to him, he was disencumbered,

and wasn't it a fair exchange

when each was glad to have the change?