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.