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 © | Year Posted 2022

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Kyser Avatar
October 18, 2022 at 1:19 PM
Nice little ditty going there - I like the s/m/l lines in your stanzas. Had a few too many of those mornings though! Take care
Densham Avatar
October 19, 2022 at 1:30 PM
Thank you, Jeff! Much appreciated and yes, it is a tale of repeated misadventures.
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