The Shell Game

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Ha! Silly ol man thought locks could put a hold to games of the night

Slipped unnoticeably, his hand lifts pouch, buying him entrance into the pub

Tabard removed, girly giggles sounded by his might

Another round of schnapps! His legs take flight

Merry with wine and cakes, his hands know not what is soft in them

One destination achieved, boyish chest puffs out

Reaching up climbing the tall tree, not needing any light

Hinged window giving access, he is welcome to embrace

The crow’s wakeup call is coordinated with the rising sun

Awoken, no memory of hours passed surface

Playing his flute down the road, the pub in his mind

Enough of giggling maids, time for the roar of a shrew