The crooked house


We came across this very old inn,
And pondered a while, before we went in.
I thought we had got onto a boat,
Not able to stand, when it is afloat.
People laughed at the look on our faces,
I clung on to my husband braces.
We ordered two drinks and went to sit down,
And old man looked at me, with a frown.
I had spilled my drink on his head,
We both drank up quickly, then fled.

— Gillian Reid