Rd 3 of producing poetry prompted by Lilli. ☕️ Jacobs Cronat Gold is brewing! ☕️ |
| Inn rules The old inn was rustic and quaint, the small room comfortable and clean. The price was perfect, too. The cost for that price - a single rule: Full milk jugs are traded for old ones which must be empty; waste results in a double price. Drink your milk promptly and return the mug to the hallway. Half-timbered walls glow pink in the new sun and the inn greets the dawn as, in a bed, eyes fly open, then the door. The half-dreamt knock explains the mug in the hallway; the innkeeper's frown tells the time. Hooves on the pavement proclaim new jugs approaching - milk drops in his beard Prompt / Form Note ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |