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The lights are dim,

The band plays loud,

The audience are the usual crowd.

There's John and Jim against the bar,

Commenting on the lead guitar.

Leanne sits with her best mate Sam,

Shouting over the music, how she loves her man.

Her man, Brad, is at another table,

Flirting with a lass named Mable.

Then Wobbly Bob staggers over the floor,

Empty glass in his hand as he orders, 'One more!'

From the barmaid Jenny in a low cut top,

Landlord chose her for her looks, so as to bring in a crop.

Stuart, the landlord, serves himself another,

Drinking all the profits, a trick he learned from his mother.

Joanne and Steff shake their stuff to the beat,

In the hope of attracting some good looking meat.

Meanwhile Garry and Dan keep the girls in their sight,

As do Tom and Zac, which could mean there's a fight.

David and Sonia sit in a dark corner,

Bodies entwined like some alien fauna.

The married couples all sit, in silence, together,

With occasional word about beautiful weather.

The band end the song and the audience clap,

Sudden silence wak'ning them, as if from a nap.

The beat starts again, it's a popular song,

They all sing together, though they get the words wrong.

It is Saturday night in this working men's club,

The same story happens in many a pub.

Music and beer helping troubles to shrink,

A small weekly ritual to keep all from the brink.


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jack purvis

Wed 14th Jan 2015 14:34

Been there, done that, goodonya

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