Welcome Worse Than a Trap

Would you on the spot succumb, When someone told you “Welcome?” The fine time to act a lamb One’s closed door hold on its jamb While the key to it arrives And door-unlocking strength strives? A woman I had seen, stopped And besought by a head cocked To quaff a bottle of stout And perfectly look The Scout She’d seemed to want to be But couldn’t have from just tea… And a bottle became Two, Drinker’s mind divided, too; Later, climaxed it to five, Drinker no longer alive!