By @naomimrshl
Lounging on the corner
Of Main and Dockside Street.
The weather-worn pub provided
A pleasant spot to meet.
In times of yore and maidens chaste
The stone walls,
So expertly cast,
Were meant to last
And host the fearful future with
Comfort from the past.
Below fresh thatch
Dove-cote holes
Belied the pleasure of the first gaol.
After tend'n to his prisoners...
Locked behind iron
Attic cages...
The first of the Kemps
Tended his flock
Of pigeon pages and messenger hawks.
Lovely birds, brought him word
Of far off adventure
And amusing uses for mourning dove manure.
Down a spiral of uneven stairs
The second floor held a store
Of drink and well-worn chairs.
The ghosts who lived there
Paced the old oak floor.
Court was held for criminal trial
On the first floor plank and cobble.
If present day pubbers stop sing'n to hear
They'll note the sound of the gavel.
Every night, the Jolly Sailor Pub
Hosts folks hopes for good morrow...
And every night, two sets of ears hear the promise of a lucrative harbor...
Best friends, Dipsy and Twilla...
Soon will lock horns
To see who will win the
Jolly Sailor real estate battle!
Twilla wants to expand her business
But Dipsy just wants to escape her varmint nuisance!
YOU ARE READING
EDENVILLE
RandomThese are the curious tales of Edenville. There is a hidden turning to Edenville, easily missed if you're concentrating on the road. But, if you're passing, it's well worth a visit and a poke around to discover what's there. On the surface it s...
