Pub Poems - Poems about Pub

Irish tales of what a leprechaun gives away If you don’t wear green on St Paddy’s Day a painful pinch Like Suisse’s Grinch, a green tie or vest so invisible you’ll stay ...

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there was a young man from Ennis who desired to learn to play tennis the ball whacked him in the head so he decided to go to a pub instead and have fun drinkin’ the Guiness ...

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there was a young man named Dennis who staggered from a pub in Ennis he thought he boarded a train but woke up on a plane and found he was headed to Venice ...

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Cranberry garlands the Christmas tree Piña empanadas and gifts of filigree Children’s faces aglow Kissing ‘neath the mistletoe Midnight mass tradition with family Flights have been cancelled call the...

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I wish I could do a pub crawl go out and go real mad I wish I could do a pub crawl But it would really make me bad. Just one sugar laden pint of ale Would make me go a whiter shade of pale. I wish I could do a pub crawl It really makes me sad. but if I do a...

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People started running, for buses, taxis, trains, with umbrellas no defence, against the wind and rain, a drowned rat cycled past, then disappeared down a lane, when lightening flashed, I dashed, hoping to dry out again. I shot past the pub’s “welcome” sign, “No Prams or Pushchairs Inside”, then scrutinised the menu, for something not micro’d or fried, with my paper, pint, pasty, and peas, I sat by...

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I saw him in that pub today, and she was with him, too, and that other fella, hmm. You often wonder, often ponder. I stopped for a moment, walking through the room, going to the bar. She gave me a look. Was I being suspicious? They certainly made me think. Yes, you often ponder, often wonder. He and she? He and he? She and he and...

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Clock in Lock in...

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Happy at night, singing from pub to pub. Disguised with the dark among the crowd. Another toast to celebrate, another night on the rocks, singing to rejoice drinking to forget. Dancing with his own music, with no sound, just voices in his mind. Sad in the morning, different dance with the light. Empty glasses for a new toast to rehearse a new day. A new song without...

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Away with work I'm going to the pub Not to sink my woes Just get some grub My room is tiny Cats can't swing My keyboard's here But I can't sing I'm four floors up The view is fine This bed is huge I lie supine Perhaps a beer Or glass of wine? Some veggie nosh Would be just fine I'll shake it off And take the stairs Just basic 'T' shirt No...

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This is the story of poor old Jimmy Carew, He worked for the brewery and drank special brew. Jimmy drove the horse and trap with a twinkle in his eye Loaded with beer – its destination: ‘The Golden Butterfly’. Poor old Jimmy, his life was rather rough Poor old Jimmy, got his girlfriend up the duff. Her dad weren’t too thrilled,...

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Pub - Tale When thirsty, wishing mimosa Mocktail. ...

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Colin Thiele 'UP COUNTRY PUB'         ________________  ||         |        YE    | ||         |      OLDE    | ||      ...

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Here comes a bit of blarney for you I looked up and saw the boy named Stew He was known for tall tales and lies. One of those entertaining Irish guys. Saw Johnny Cash at the pub just now. He rode in on a donkey, or maybe a cow. This was the tamest tale that he told. Next he said he had...

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If you are going to frequent a pub today Make it in Cork, though it be far away Make it Murphy’s, for it is St. Paddy’s day And while you are there, you had better pray. The Irish are wild, never dull or gray. They always talk blarney, want to have the last say. If you want me to come, I...

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