The plowman poem-The Canterbury Tale:by Dmiri Christiel

There was a plowman,him and his brother who picked up doo doo evey morning,
He pushed the cart threw the morning dew he was a great worker for days threw and threw
He always whore a jacket short and heavy, which always made him stinky and sweaty
A peaceful man who didnt care,no one as his neighbor but he was still there
He helped the poor when in need to show is love of christ,he goes to church everyday and wished to have a wife
He worked everyday and never ask for a penny because he always knew he helped many