The Pub - Different
Enter the pack
With a slap to the back
To the heart of a commonplace place
Leave the charade
Of your daylong crusade
Here’s the end of the common man’s race
Belly the bar!
You won’t have to look far
For the whistle-whet bright hospitality
Of the bonding of men
As they gather again
To the tipping of top fermentality
When it’s time to go home
You won’t go home alone
For the spirits will fall in behind you
To put you to bed
With a knock on the head …
As the morning will amply remind you!
Copyright © Brian Densham | Year Posted 2022
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