The Sexless Innkeeper was a poem composed by Barney and then revised by Ted in The Sexless Innkeeper.

Barney's version

Twas the night before New Year's
And the weather grew mean
Twas three in the morning
And I was stranded in Queens!

The tavern grew empty
The gas lights grew dim
The horse-drawn carriages
Were all but snowed in

Last call was approaching
And my fortunes looked bleak
Then I turned to my left
And stifled a shriek!

She had a peach-fuzz beard
And weighed sixteen stone
She gobbled up hot wings
And swallowed the bones

I muffled a scream
And threw up in my mouth
I asked, "Where do you live?"
And she said, "One block south."

I swallowed my pride
And six shots of Whiskey
And prayed to the gods
That she wasn't too frisky

Back in her cave
She prepared us a snack
Neath her mighty hooves
The floorboards did crack

But when she returned
She found a sound sleeper
And thus she became
The sexless innkeeper

Ted's version

Twas 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

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