Shelter

On one of my wanderings

damp late evening, weary and tired

I came to a village

little it was and though I hoped for

no official accommodation could be found

oh...one of these days

As I trotted along I saw a man

behind the fence of his generous property

he was mending something in his front yard

and there was a wonderful house and a garage

and a spacious garden with some sheds

After a friendly greeting I explained him my situation

while he mustered me with keen eyes

he got a little nervous and stern but kindly replied:

“Ahhh, well, I cannot host you, no, I....sorry, but...

don't think I can help you in this situation...”

“No worries” I said, “you can...would you just be so kind

to point out the direction to the house

of the poorest citizen of this village

or...

...of somebody that you really don't like!”