Sat here with half a pint of Coors,
Feet on gray slabbed floors.
Hoping for a quiet drink outside,
Someone's loud voice won't subside.
Beer garden but no peace!
Sounds like stuttering geese.
Wired earphones are in each lobe,
I think I possibly cracked the code.
Writing instead of getting annoyed,
Anger - that emotion, I try to avoid.
Patience - better than it used to be,
Pint is done - other pubs I'll go and see.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: September 9th, 2024 01:11
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Comments5
Good write SC.
Cheers!
I prefer the shed.
Haha!
Self medicating again? A fun read, but with a good message. Nicely written.
I was lol.
Great write
Cheers.
You're welcome
Wot? No daftness from me?
Not everyone gets my humour. But it does muck things up if I turn up and do jokes in the middle of some serious theme, and then it's not appreciated. Doh! I must be discerning about it.
Lol.
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