Short Pub Poems
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To Irish green eyes
With a devilish twinkle
A toast at the pub
As long as there’s an Ireland
An Irish song will be sung
Why hastiness?
And this is not our last dinner
O, my lady the pub is opened till dawn
And the dawn is beautiful in your eyes
He wanted to be a contender
So Marlon set out on a bender
But nary a pub
Sold beer by the tub
Elvis knew he'd return to cinder
Calli the drunken zombie cub
can often be found in the pub
for this is why
she's so often high
and passed out drunk in the tub!
Ben went to the pub for a shot
But when he got there he forgot
Until a nurse
Opened her purse
To show off the needle she brought
Trump, Putin, and Beelzebub
Drank tea in an Helsinki pub
Boasting of sins
Two Mickey Finns
Enquired, "Are you from the Hair Club?"
On Fridays, we go to the pub
Like spokes of a wheel to an hub
A whiskey or two
May turn the air blue
So we drink pale ale by the tub
He continues to call his love
She wouldn’t answer inside the pub
She ignored his call
Not wanting to fall
In love with a clueless gov’t
There was a longshoreman named Joe
in the pub he let the beer flow
when he played pool
he fought the fool
wanting to cash in on his show
I set up, right away,
my swing
on the branches of
my dream tree
so that I can swing freely
on the swing
anytime I go to a pub
to drink
W H Davies was born in pub
poetry became his guiding hub
Whilst train-jumping across to Klondyke
lost a leg & could no longer ride his bike
My first time here
Feeling *****
Perhaps a beer
Will allay the fear
If I see her appear
Will she be my dear
And hold me near
Or disappear
A pub that's typically Welsh
Has music the English can't squelch
Hymns and arias rule
But, like any gene pool,
The loudest is always a belch!
For want of a steak and kidney pie
I went to the pub with Jones & Dai
We started to eat
When whom should we meet -
A kidney donor having a cry!
You know that it isn't a crime
To sit in a pub writing rhyme
But someone bolder
Just shook my shoulder
With, "I'm Cliff! Drop over some time!"
A teenage girl defied her ma
And went downtown without her bra
But no boys were there
And girls did not care
What a dud thrill "Life in the Raw"!
At our pub, a drunken blighter
Claimed to be, "The World's Best Fighter"
His wife was a nurse
And she won the purse
For being the best back-biter!
A lady with sensitive nipples
Wore a blouse revealing the ripples
She went to the pub
Played rub-a-dub-dub
And the men walked around like cripples!
Ilene's son was in a Dublin pub
When someone gave his leg an rub
"A copper to spare?"
"There's one over there
But he looks a bit like Beezlebub!"
I went down to the pub on Friday
All dressed up - quite neat and tidy
Your wife snuggled Ted
He took her to bed
And that's how I woke up with Heidi?
My bride and I on a pub crawl
Near a bar my brain can't recall
Mnemonic power!
I'm thinking "thorned flower"
Which spot dear Rose sells the alcohol?
There was a dame from Westminster,
Who lived her life as a spinster.
She was old and gray,
Yelled at cats all day,
And that is why no one missed her.
Some Babycham and Irish Mist
May smooth the way to being kissed
Score one for Mabel
Under the table
Though it looks like she kissed and missed . . . .
Horn Haiku Fan Club
Can be central hub;
Could call it Horn Haiku club;
Members are sepub.
Jim Horn
PS. So maybe we should
meet at a beer pub.
I decided to go for a solitary picnic,
But was surrounded by flies and wasps, and ants crawled over me,
So I left them to it and had lunch in a quiet pub.