in reply to Drunk at the monastery
What’s happening here?
When questing Acolyte or puzzled Scribe
Is answered in a harsh, sarcastic jibe,
Perchance he liquid solace doth imbibe.
The careless insult (consequence unthunk
By the insulter) goads the sorry monk
To drown his sorrows, and anon — he’s drunk.
But only junior monks abuse libation:
For ev’ry Friar, at his graduation,
Embraces the ideal of Moderation.
Athanasius <°(((>< contra mundum