Innkeeper Poems - Poems about Innkeeper

Do you remember the night the Innkeeper’s body Was found in the pond behind his B & B, Sherlock? Of course, how could you forget? We were Meeting him that afternoon for his opening tea! I recall how we were questioned like common thugs Because we were on the property, thus suspect, But I had suspects of my own, though I...

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(A dramatised imagination from the Bethlehem Inn - https://vimeo.com/657939760 ) OY! ! Who is this, will not let me lie and have my rest? Must I rouse and don again my robe, arrange myself, and comb my beard to show myself at best. Just to tell another traveller - ‘continue on your road. No room, no...

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Hello Innkeeper, I would like a room please. For the night or for the week? The night please. He smiles at me with a nice smile. I return the favor. With or without stains on the bedding? He asks. I stare at him hard. Without please. Okay, he says cheerfully, but that will cost you double. How much is that? I ask him. Three...

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So why did I do it? It still isn't clear. The rooms were all taken; The busiest this year. And all of them dusty, And all of them tired. The trek to their birth-place By Rome now required. A census, the issue. A right royal pain. And doubtless the purpose More tribute to gain. The evening was settling, The rush nearly o'er. But still came a knocking For help at...

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The death penalty. What a laugh And their pulling on strings To keep this going As their money bags swing Lifelessly From left to right. How dare they take an old mans Walking stick. How dare they beat their wives, Breaking the rule of thumb. What catastrophe could place This sodden child in their Arms tonight. She withers with fright And is ever watchful of The innkeeper Who is paying...

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