Mystic Rose Rose Poet Free verse

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

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Eve Roper January 9, 2023 at 1:32 PM So funny a pub is a pub you go in to drink , forget your worries and have some fun , maybe meet someone to fall in love ;) good one my friend. Good luck Eve Roper January 9, 2023 at 7:20 PM Back with big congratulation Mystic Rose Rose January 9, 2023 at 1:33 PM Thank you Eve, cheers !

Sally Eslinger January 9, 2023 at 8:42 AM Sis, I’m hoisted into my wheelchair, tapping away on this keyboard, ready to go with you, waiting at the end of my driveway! Hey, that sounds like a Bite Size poem! Anyway, will this excursion involve any time travel? (I think i carry an insurabce policy for that—) sounds like our kind of place. “Sticky floors” are always an invite to a good pub, as well as a recommendation like you’ve penned. Hugs. sally Mystic Rose Rose January 9, 2023 at 1:32 PM your welcome anytime Sally :)

Harry Horsman January 8, 2023 at 4:10 PM You really go to town, with this one, Vie., love the loud music though. Harry Mystic Rose Rose January 9, 2023 at 1:32 PM lol love to have a good time in my mind Harry, :)