A conversation overheard, Sherwood Forest

Well my dear, how's it feel?

To be loved by two,

to have too many choices, 

and a revolution to win?

Oh my dear, dear, Friar Tuck. It's been

a long, long journey.

Fancy a sup and a chat?

Let's sit down o'er yonder

under the old oak tree.

Bread? Cheese? Tired?

Anything for a headache, maid? 

Camomile?

Sure! Stoke the fire Friar while I

polish my sword and 

fix my arrow head.

My aim is true.