Poem - Seeing Things

In this Inn, it just won't do
To see a hobbit wearing shoes
He even has a beard too
It just won't do, of course!

He's sitting there upon a chair
I'll go and walk right over there
And give this lad a telling stare
No wait, it is a dwarf!

I turn around and go quite red
A window, I'll look out instead!
But there I see with utmost dread
A dragon is outside

I shake the Inn with such a call
But when I near I see it all
It's just a painting on the wall!
And there's no need to hide

I think its best if I sit down
But there's some creature on the ground
Just lurking there without a sound
Much larger than a cat

There's unkempt fur upon its back
I think it's planning its attack
But then I notice, legs it lacks!
It's just a woolly mat!

You know, I'm feeling rather queer
The strange things that I'm seeing here
Could it be due to ale, I fear
I don't know what to think

My mind has clearly gone to bits
I must, somehow, regain my wits
I know the thing that's just the trick
I'll have another drink