Pubbery
Propping up their drooping
Posture on dizzy stools,
Parched lips overly pleased,
Pockets drained of money,
Prisoners of excess
Pander to last resort:
Phew! Pop goes the weasel.*
[*An expression describing the spending of all your money on drink
in the pub and subsequently pawning your suit to raise some more.]
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A Pleiades ‘P’ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
Placed 1st
© 11th April 2021
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2021
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