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.

  • Author: Shaunmatthewcpoetry (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2026 00:31
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