A Crooked House

There was a crooked house in a crooked part of town Where you could down a pint or two and let your life calm down A place to relax and to de-stress with friends and glass or two. Yes we loved that little crooked house, with its ice cold special brew. It was a warm and friendly place met always with a smile A place to sit and talk and laugh and for us to sit awhile. A place to go and socialise and meet up with your mate. A place to take a new found friend or maybe a new date. Alas one night there was a roaring fire and the crooked house burned down The structure was deemed unsafe to stand and so was bulldozed to the ground. We're sad to see that its now gone and our beloved crooked house is no more. Just sodden pile of bricks and stone lay in a rubble on the floor. So thank you friend and Landlord, Landlady and bar staff. For the friendly service with a smile and for all the friendly chat for all the beers served and drank and the laughter and fun, thanks alot we hold dear in our hearts and minds Good times never forgot Thanks to the little crooked house