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.
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Would that be the pub that I run? Was I hiding in the back room, topping up the water syphons?! heehee.
No not this time Orchi, a new manager had had started, he did not last very long.
Andy
A brilliant poem but terrifying! A pub with no beer! 🙂
Thank you Tom. Yes a pub with no beer is certainly terrifying. LOL
Andy
So basically what you're saying is that you went to cafe
Even if it was a cafe the food was not good. LOL
Andy
No that's a sad tale.Still you had a nic e lunch otherwise
Being with my lover always makes it nice David, thank you.
Andy
So Andy, yer right and proper English Gentleman knew that it would be too rude to enquire??😂🤣😊
So true Dave but we won't go back.
Andy
Powerful work. Great use of the senses to evoke memory.
Thank you Thomas.
Andy
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