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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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