When we was sprightly, husband and me traversed the sea;
to the corners of the seas went we, until we came upon this town o’shanty.
Sirens called us here, this town of yesteryear;
and a life made we here, until the Lord took my dear.
Now I run the Inn alone, not ostracized as a crone;
but held in high regard.
I treat with new folk, with beer, eyes and crude joke;
but always remain on guard.
With right eye I wink, to those who not stink;
inviting them stay a while, whilst dispatching unworthy to exile.
What’ll it be?
Words and pics: ©DJA 2016.