Mug Your Gate

Good gentles, do you, of an eve,
 Wish that you had a slight reprieve
 From all the doldrums in your camp,
 Without the risk of walking cramp?
 Would you like merriment
 That doesn't cost a cent?
 So that you can prevent
 Loud complainers?
 Now, friends, there is indeed
 A way to call, with speed,
 "Quick! To our camp! We need
 Entertainers!"
 On your mug some ribbon tie
 (Or some cloth–no need to buy!)
 Hang this mug upon your gate,
 Then, good friends, you've but to wait.
 This practice comes from Calontir,
 Now it is spreading far and near.
 Performers soon will spy your sign,
 And say "An audience! How divine!"
 Singers will wander through,
 Bards with tales old and new,
 All will endeavor to
 Lift your spirit!
 A steady trickle of
 Antics ridiculous,
 You'll feel a tickle of
 Joy to hear it!
 Hang that mug before your fire,
 Take it down when you retire.
 Mug your gate, that's all you do.
 Mug your gate, we'll come to you!
 Some who are pleased will offer food,
 That's at your whim, and per your mood.
 Water or drink is kind, dear friend,
 And a good signal we should end.
 Wish you a different song?
 Have we come on too strong?
 Or are we running long?
 Pray, do tell us!
 We know a proper set
 Is a few minutes, yet
 Once in a while, we get
 Over-zealous!
 Mug your gate, and we'll come play.
 Fill our mugs, we're on our way.
 Mugs with ribbons on your doors,
 Mirth and stories will be yours!
 Mug your gate, and we'll regale,
 Half an hour, or just one tale.
 Gifts we'll bring you from the Muse...
 Mug your gate, it's yours to choose!