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The pavements stand empty the winds are still
Where are the people these chairs to fill.
Can hear shouts and cheering drafting in the air
Are these the people who will occupy each chair

They are at the Rugby an important game
So some with happy faces, some head hung in shame
Very soon waiters you'll need pads at the ready
Final whistle has blown keep your hands steady

For dozens of glasses of the best beer
Will be ordered shortly of that there’s no fear
Don’t look at those chairs wishing they were full
Instead enjoy the peace of this short lull

You will be run off your feet going this way and that
The one good thing is that the takings will look fat.
Such a busy few hours, no time to think
So, come let’s sit for awhile, relax and enjoy a stiff drink.


Penned by Seren Roberts on January 25th

Contest : Café Musings.

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