Freedom Pub the Greatest Pub In Town
Dubious sandwiches that you were afraid to eat
drinks and concoctions by a bartender name Bert
the floor was sticky and the music too loud
still, it was freedom pub
The jokes were salty but they laughed out loud
the peanuts were stale and the air was musty
the curtains were faded they'd seen better days
still, it was freedom pub
Monday and Wednesday was Friday's fricassee
the heat was turned low but their tongues were ok
no it wasn't the Royal Palace nor Taj Mahal but heh,
still, it was freedom, and the greatest pub in town.
December 7, 2023
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
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