A Tall Story

The Inn smelt old as I walked through the door.
The tables were rustic and so was the floor.
I sat by the fire all cold and damp and my feet
were wet and numb with cramp.

by sylvia spencer Click to read full poem

Comments (6)

The stinky winky came to town, with breath of cabbage and a funny gown This is such great fun Sylvia Thankyou Love duncan X
A fascinating and sinister tale well told. Cheers for your rich imagination. Love, Sandra
A shiver went down my back as I read this one. Like your other readers, I will await stories of his 'brothers.' As always, a good read, Sylvie. Love, Fran xx
Great story Sylvie.Liked it very much. Sid John x
A stuningly told tale, Sylvia, tall or otherwise; like Nalini I look forward to future instalments. Sylvia, you're at your best here! t x
sylvia...you are the greatest story teller...just loved it...when can i meet the rest of the brothers? ....waiting eagerly...love...nalini