The sexless innkeeper – Poem & Video

Twas the night before New Years and the weather grew mean It was three in the morning and I was stranded in Queens! The tavern grew empty the gaslights grew dim the horse-drawn carriages were all but snowed in. Last call was approaching and my fortunes looked bleak then I turned to my left and stifled a shriek. She had a peach fuzz beard and weighed sixteen stone She gobbled up hot wings and swallowed the bones. I muffled a scream and threw up in my mouth I asked, “where do you live?” and she said, “one block south.” I...