The Inn Keeper

Look, it’s like

this, they ride in

on a donkey.

She’s in a daze

and he’s dead

with the journey,

or leprosy, or

poverty.  I mean,

a starving donkey.

I’m not sure

they got a tooth

between them.

Before the night’s

over she might 
be dead.

Do I need that?

I have my own

family, clients

to worry about.

One night, no more.

With the goats.

God, an innkeeper!

People with problems. 

I should have

simply followed

my father’s sage advice

and joined up.