No shirt, no shoes, no service
Reading this, a funny thought runs
Riot, mischief in mind at once:
I’ll go shirt on and shoes,
No pants, they can’t refuse….
Sure, the hotel served— court summons!
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Limerick |04.05.2024| laughter
Poet’s note: ‘No shirt, no shoes, no service’, a man sees this notice at a hotel restaurant entrance and his mind runs riot… When caught, he is dragged to court which serves him summons.
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