The House of Mirth
Welcome to the house of mirth,
humble dwelling of my birth.
All things here are for your leisure,
it is but a simple pleasure.
Step across the welcome mat,
wipe your shoes and hang your hat.
Oh my word you're looking thinner,
take a seat and have some dinner.
Wine will help quench your desire,
smoke your pipe beside the fire.
Now that you've been wined and fed,
here's a place to lay your head.
Then on the new dawn when you rise,
and the morning sun squints your eyes.
A quick repast to start your day,
grab hat and shoes and on your way.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2025
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