R.I.P To The Bird I'th Hand

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

A great pub that I spent many hours drinking in,

Meals and Strongbow pints until the sky got dim.

The managers left, brewery was taking the piss,

Greed multiplied, usually a companies final wish.

To the better times, R.I.P To The Bird I'th Hand,

In it's place, houses and flats now being planned.

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  • orchidee

    Good write SM. I'm off to 'The Spaceship and ET' pub! lol.

  • sorenbarrett

    Times change and so does the scenery but not the motives. Well done

  • Friendship

    well said

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Shaun, there’s something genuinely sad about this…the loss of places that held real life inside them. Pints, meals, conversations, memories…all flattened into development plans. This really hit home, my friend. Happens here in the USA too. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

    • Shaunmatthewcpoetry

      It is sad, I mean even though I no longer drink there's still the memories.

    • arqios

      Our local pub changed hands and it is quite the thing getting used to the new ways. The first pub I ever went to was the Red Lion, my first pint as well. 🕊️🙏

      • Shaunmatthewcpoetry

        Nice, how is it since it changed hands?

        • arqios

          Not any better people-wise. Sometimes it's the people that make a place more than the amenities. 🕊️🙏

          • Shaunmatthewcpoetry

            Indeed.

          • Doggerel Dave

            Story of our times, I think. Last time I visited the UK (a few years ago now) I noticed a significant decline in the number of individual pubs, and even if they were not demolished for a new motorway or property development, they had been taken over by a big chain and made uniform.
            Solid write, mate.

          • NafisaSB

            truly a sign of the changing times - depicted so well by you



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