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The Pub With No Beer.

Off we went to Worcester,

On our shopping spree,

Looking at shops for clothes,

Stopping just for tea.

 

As we walked back to the car

We knew where we would go,

For lunch, upon the road to home,

To a pub that we well know.

 

 We strode into this well-known bar

Craving for some food;

To be met with sullen faces

That darkened down our mood.

 

I went straight up to the bar

Looking for some ale,

But the pumps were turned away from me;

The beer was not for sale

 

We sat down at a table

And both we ordered lunch’

From a saddened looking waitress,

Whose face was in a scrunch.

 

The food was almost edible,

Not like we had had before;

So as soon as we had eaten

We headed for the door.

 

It was sad to see that this place

Where we used to have great cheer;

Ended up as tasteless,

And a pub with no beer.