Ten weary, footsore
travellers,
All in a woeful
plight,
Sought shelter at a
wayside inn
One dark and
stormy night.
"Nine rooms, no
more,'' the landlord
said,
"Have I to offer
you.
To each of eight a
single bed,
But the ninth
must serve for
two.''
A din arose. The
troubled host
Could only
scratch his head,
For of those tired
men no two
Would occupy one
bed.
The puzzled host was
soon at easy--
He was a clever
man--
And so to please his
guests devised
This most
ingenious plan.
In room marked A two
men were placed,
The third was
lodged in B,
The fourth to C was
then assigned,
The fifth
retired to D.
In E the sixth he
tucked away,
In F the seventh
man,
The eighth and ninth
in G and H,
And then to A he
ran,
Wherein the host, as
I have said,
Had laid two
travellers by;
Then taking one--the
tenth and last--
He lodged him
safe in I.
Nine single rooms--a
room for each--
Were made to
serve for ten;
And this it is that
puzzles me
And many wiser
men.