Characters From The Inn Poem by Brian Stafford

And the old man checks the time,
through the hole in his hand,
he'd have another drink,
but it's time to say goodnight;

The human camel calls in,
for his plentiful daily quota,
he never ceases to amaze,
with is ability to consume;

Hefty and twitchy come bowling in,
straight for the top table,
knife and forks at the ready,
eager to get stuck into the grub;

Shorty and lofty prop up the bar,
one like a apprehensive meerkat,
the other a giraffe like stance,
while stood at the watering hole;

Dumper truck and company,
are eyeing up people's seats,
like lions stalking prey,
ready to go in for the kill;

Then there's the man with trouble
written all over his face,
you don't want to make eye contact,
as he shiftily passes by;

Not forgetting the old grumps,
gathered in compost corner,
who laugh, joke and grumble,
and put the world to right.