HERE'S ANOTHER GREAT TALE FROM LEIGHROY MARSH
AUTHOR/SONGWRITER
AUTHOR/SONGWRITER
Long, long ago, there was nothing but snow
on the dark country lane in my tale
And galloped a horse, (with a rider of course)
with a bag full of paintings for sale.
But the snow was too thick,
and he had to think quick -
if he stayed out too long he would freeze
And though the dark night
he saw the pale light of an inn,
where he could find some ease.
He tethered his steed in the stables next door,
and carried his pictures inside.
And there by the bar, was the lovely Miss Carr
with a tray full of pies at her side
Good evening Miss, he said with a hiss –
his mouth was all frozen and solid
She simply looked up from a recipe book
and said in a manner quite stolid.
“Good evening sir, can I get you a beer?
A room for the night or some tea?
There’s nobody here at this time of year
I can give you a discount maybe?”
“What would be nice, is one of those pies..
“What would be nice, is one of those pies..
“ Said the traveller eyeing the tray
“Can you warm right it up with some ale
in a cup and tell me how much I must pay
“I certainly can” she said to the man
“please take a seat by the fire”
“I shall warm it up quick, I ‘ll be back in a tick –
with a pie that will match your desire”
Miss Carr went away to the pies on the tray,
and selected the largest one on it
To the kitchen she went with a pie for the gent ,
whilst humming herself an old sonnet.
“So the man wants a pie”, she said with a sigh –
it will cost him much more than he thinks
She pulled out a locket from inside her pocket
and opened it over his drink.
Down poured some dust, which was redder than rust –
It bubbled and fizzled and festered
She stirred up the brew which was thicker than stew –
but smelt rather good none the less
Miss Carr was a witch, and her knowledge was rich,
she could halt her old age with a spell
And nobody knew she was 302,
her diet had kept her quite well
Her goal was quite plain and simply insane –
She needed his brain, heart and eyes
To keep herself trim and slender and slim -
and the rest she would turn into pies
Miss Carr brought the pie with a glint in her eye
and a serving of carrots and peas
With the beer on the tray,
and a splendid array of some bread
and a thin slice of cheese.
“Here you are, my dear ……one pie and a beer -
eat it up quick while its hot”
She watched and she waited,
the man hesitated …
coughed….. and then scoffed down the lot.
can't post any more at the moment!!!!
will be out soon - so watch this space - there's some scary stuff that will put the shivers down you spine..... Just one of the tales taken from our book
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scary stuff in this booooooook
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