It was the night before this one,
I had hours to kill,
I sat in the tavern,
Grading parchments with quill,
A busty, young lassie flashed me a grin,
Her garb said 'classy',
But her eyes whispered 'sin',
She said, "you're a teacher?",
I said, "yes, indeed.",
"I must have you", she moaned,
"I'm turned on by tweed",
With haste we did scamper,
To my chamber anon,
We fell to the couch,
And, bro, it was on,
I unlaced her bodice,
Our passions grew deeper,
And thus ends the tale of THE SEXLESS INNKEEPER...
The best poem on a TV show! funny yet sexy...haha
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