Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

Fun: Hipsters

No way, not me, this isn’t my thing, 
This pub just isn’t my game,
This pub where vintage is modern as hell, 
Where everyone’s beard is the same,

And the price of a lager is out of the world, 
An ale costs a fortune or more,
It’s ridiculous hanging a bike from the roof, 
Well, those were my thoughts before,

I tasted a stout, a bottled homebrew, 
The ride grabbed onto my soul,
And I knew in a moment, behind all the flare, 
I’d found my new watering hole,

So now, every day, out the back, on the couch, 
Beside the fire pit by the tree,
About quarter past five, with a stout in his hand, 
The bearded guy that you see will be me.

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Brandy Nicole March 9, 2020 at 10:50 PM "The bearded guy that you see will be me" Cute!! In that last stanza, it sounds like you know how to chill. Nope!! You are not a hipster. Your thoughts made me smile. :) Brandy Lewis Raynes March 10, 2020 at 6:55 AM Hi Brandy, yep, not a hipster, but i love a relaxing drink at the end of the day. :)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 5, 2020 at 10:21 PM Chuckles!!!! Love it. The hipster love of fixie bicycles and bike courier cooldom left me not cool enough to be me ;), Lewis Raynes March 6, 2020 at 5:01 AM Hi mo, thankyou for the chuckles, i tried a hipster pub last week in melbourne after the queen concert, i was dubious at the start but loved the stout, so went back. :) im def not a hipster though