Green Dragon

Now every Friday, every week
Green Dragon Inn is what we seek
In Bywater, it proudly stands
And folk they come, across the land

And what is it that draws us in
To Barmy's little humble Inn?
Why do we walk in through that door
Across the creaking wooden floor?

The ale perhaps? It taste's quite nice
And sold at quite a reasonable price
The food is quite enticing too
Though sadly pies are much too few...

Acting on the promise I made to Miss Sevelda to attend the next gathering at The Green Dragon, I turned up shortly before festivities were due to begin this past Friday evening. Unfortunately my memory being as bad as it is, I had to ride like the wind from my latest job to home and then from home to Bywater. I was unsuccessful with this latest bit of work, and needed some fun to comfort me for feeling such a failure.

The Rhyme of the Ancient Hobbit

Part One

And there the ancient hobbit sits
With many gathered round
Much silence in the Inn that night
There hardly was a sound
And then the Gaffer thumps his mug
His eyes looked sharp and mean
"I'll tell ye all about the Inn,
And why the Dragon's green!"

"So long ago, I was a lad"
Was how his tale began
"I worked the pits in Scary town
It toughened up these hands