Post by Administrator on Dec 14, 2021 15:22:56 GMT
THE PUB
O’h woe is me the powers that be have closed my local boozer,
Such a shame – the brewers gain but I’m the poor sad loser,
No more at will a swift half pint when I’m feeling dry,
Or a dirty joke an’ a bit of wit with a fellow minded guy.
For many years I’ve propped the bar with only yards to stumble,
The nearest now is miles away – no wonder that I grumble,
I’m full of tears, I have my fears aboard a tipsy bike,
It’s such a way, and I must say, the walking I dislike.
Our crib team and the darts, lifeless, dead, defunct,
The village heart and soul is gone, an’ the skittle ally junked,
I feel so sad it’s just too bad at the way it has to be,
For I miss my pub (and it’s grub) – it was just like home to me.
Filthy and full of strangers!!!
Summer 2002
(An old one from when I lived in Kewstoke and they closed `The Long John Silver`)
Joe Earl
O’h woe is me the powers that be have closed my local boozer,
Such a shame – the brewers gain but I’m the poor sad loser,
No more at will a swift half pint when I’m feeling dry,
Or a dirty joke an’ a bit of wit with a fellow minded guy.
For many years I’ve propped the bar with only yards to stumble,
The nearest now is miles away – no wonder that I grumble,
I’m full of tears, I have my fears aboard a tipsy bike,
It’s such a way, and I must say, the walking I dislike.
Our crib team and the darts, lifeless, dead, defunct,
The village heart and soul is gone, an’ the skittle ally junked,
I feel so sad it’s just too bad at the way it has to be,
For I miss my pub (and it’s grub) – it was just like home to me.
Filthy and full of strangers!!!
Summer 2002
(An old one from when I lived in Kewstoke and they closed `The Long John Silver`)
Joe Earl