poor Charlie
trapped in a tree
feeling rather snarly
nothing much too see
he was on the run
found house Tudor
near to sexy nun
voyaging through intruder
up that oak for days
peering in at night
binoculars did gaze
her body was delight
on run from round heads
in there cavalry gear
wanted charlie deads
to persecute and fear
civil war raged for a time
Charlie still up in tree
awaiting nun to entwine
Charlies shocking history
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