THE INNERA Poem by LekANTIC
I work in an Inn.
Though, the pay is a pin At least I've something to feed Survival is an important creed. I work in an Inn; Where sitting around is a sin, Customers you've to please, To have a kiss of bliss. I work in an Inn, Next to a graceful miss; Who likes that I'm bard And loves a lanky lad. I work in an Inn, I serve people as kings, But I believe soon, I will be served too. © 2015 LekANTIC |
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