Whimsies

 

Inside the barn-like pub

Awash with lunchtime trade

The day-crew drink their

Draughts with practised ease

 

History in frames adorns the

Walls King Hal Queen Bess

And HG Wells a sample of the

Greater sum of all

 

When former post men put

The world to rights chatter

Circulates in waves and one

Imparts a poser to the knaves

 

Another name for postal

Sacks barks he - how many

Letters asks his mate who

Takes the baited scam

 

Millions quips the questioner

His face now puce with mirth

And Guinness charged his

Quivering belly over large

 

And outside where the air is

Fag-smoke blue - baccy

Junkies speak through

Passing clouds and chill

 

But I who’ve been there done

That with cheroots now pass

Through palls of smoke with

Pious eyes and choke

◄ Botswana

Kerb-side view. ►

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Greg Freeman

Wed 15th Dec 2010 21:15

I'll meet you in Wetherspoon's in Woking for a drink sometime, Phil!

<Deleted User> (8672)

Wed 15th Dec 2010 16:16

Again, I like this. 'Practised ease', that phrase makes me see the type your talking about. Nice atmosphere created here, I think.

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