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.