Country Pubs

Bubbling babbling burbling banter from the bar.. Sup hush….memory lane trip...Proustian rush..pleasingly tickled. Plushly ebbed…spidery beer swirls webbed…lace whirls..grace dimpled dappled jar.. Perch...parched pagans besmirch..sip...druid fluid drip..Iris’s secular church.. Venerate yesteryear dips…commemorate Faustian fillips....teasingly pickled.. Smug treacle toned thatch rugs hugs sturdy slabs.. shrugs.. Tugs tussling tree torn trusses and trestles.... Trumpets tradition.. crisp crumpets in flames..sedition flickering.. Like sassy strumpets calling each other names…playfully bickering.. Remember the surreal cast….gayfully ethereal echoes.. Beacons blush in the embers of the past.. Classy pubs dripping with polished pewter.. parochial paraphernalia…ballsy brass... Crepuscular charms. splinters splicing smokey shadows.. Wafting whispers.. across tobacco tinted tainted times.. Whistles whetted..quaffing…quenching ...cavorting with crannies.. Carousing with nooks naked in timber flannelled panels.. Canoodling on fecund bulbous bales farm foraged.. freshly fashioned... Flirtatious follicle flicks....gurgling guffaws, raffish rascals' whisky whimsy.. Courting curious covens..sporting prosecco cackle cacophonies. As sons become dad..in turn perched with their lad.. Lady lawyer betwixt a pimpled tyro…local employer, bumpkin on the giro.. Museums of marvels.. hoodwink misplaced metaphors.. Laced with a house pour of moreish memories of before.. That without impunity the nub of a pub.. The bar.. a community hubbub hub.. Gracious Landladies…loquacious Landlords.. Sagacious stars...near and far.. We raise our jar. For our home from home.. A public house.. Ta..