A Pub lovers poem
there’s a pub on a street where people can meet
and share a few drinks with their friends.
it’s a lovely old place where the whole human race
can escape from life and it’s trends.
the barman will cheer as he pours you a beer
and you hand him a fistfull of change.
if you fancy a bite or to stay for the night
then that’s something that they can arrange.
the patrons are quiet never causing a riot
though the alcohols flowing all day.
they’ll topple out drunk to head home to their bunk
even though they’ve forgotten the way.
and there in the dark you’ll see a small spark
as a lantern is hung from the door.
it’s merely a sign that this old drinking shrine
will be there in the morning for sure.