ANOTHER GREAT TALE BY LEIGHROY MARSH...
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?
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.. “ 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
(Find out what happens to the Traveller and Miss Carr's Pies in Spooky Tales - coming soon)
Posted by Kul Cuthbert
“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
(Find out what happens to the Traveller and Miss Carr's Pies in Spooky Tales - coming soon)
