Poetry Blogs (Pubs)
Yes, our pubs are all great places,
Where people love to get together.
They are always full of laughter,
And no one cares about the weather.
One may choose to get quite tipsy,
It makes reactions all slowed down.
You say things you wouldn't sober,
Then visit every pub in town.
And if you have no more money,
From someone else you'll have to borrow.
And know that when you go to bed
Sunday 2nd May 2021 12:45 pm
They know what he drinks
and that he likes it in a glass with a handle.
They know he never comes in on Tuesdays.
They know where he sits,
and how all of his stories
have changed over the years.
They know his kids and grandkids,
although they’ve never met,
and on the day that he doesn’t show up
they know who to call.
(Originally published in t...
Monday 13th February 2017 8:00 pm
Friday 27th February 2015 9:48 am
The polished wooden bar
is just how I remember.
The optics, the glasses
everything is the same
The beer and pint pots
Drinks for the masses
And the barmaids smile is just as nice
as a barmaid that worked here thirty years ago
For thirty years ago I knew them all;
bar men, barmaids
pot men, and land lords.
Bar loungers, beer drinkers
and Pool playe...
Saturday 20th July 2013 9:25 am
Great to s...
Tuesday 14th May 2013 4:52 pm