Walking up the road to the pub
Looking forward to a chat with mates,
A pint of good ale,
And maybe a game of darts.
Into the bar I walk
And my friends are there,
“What do want to drink” one asks,
I ask for a pint of my favourite ale.
We start talking and laughing,
Friendly friends,
Amusing company,
An evening that will go well.
My pint goes up onto the bar,
As I reach for it
I wake from the dream
And have to get up
And settle for a cup of tea
Instead of that wondrous pint of ale.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was true, the other morning I was dreaming that I was reaching for a pint of beer and then woke up.
- Category: Humor
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Thanks ANDY ~ Great dream ~ pity you had to wake up to TEA ! Mine's a Pint of Golden Hen ~ Awesome ! Love MY WAY ~ Sinatra's signature tune ~ we get it at a lot of Humanist Funerals ~ Yours BRIAN
Thanks Brian. My favourite beer is Pig's Ear from Uley Brewery.
Thanks ANDY ~ The craft BEERS are always the best ! We have REAL PUBS (and Festivals !) in our TOWN ~ Nectar of the GODS ~ BRIAN
Brian,
I thought honey was nectar of the GODS! That’s the only way I can drink my tea!
Argghh I'm not a lover of the words of the song. Good singer though. I can see how it would be played at Humanist Funerals - me, me, me, all the time.
Hah, that's a good one. I can relate though. Thanks for sharing. Now we know we're not alone.
Thanks Nicholas, we are never alone.
Andy,
You had me going...till the end! I thought you were really going to enjoy that pint and do it your way. Sinatra certainly did it his way! He was something else...especially in person! I’ll never forget the time I saw him in Patsy’s restaurant! That was a vision!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura, back in the day regularly went to my local and played darts and cards with friends while supping good ales.
Never saw Sinatra but have always enjoyed his singing.
A fine write Gold. I read one description of hell, apart from whether it has fire and flames or not. The article said hell is like reaching out for something we want (rather than 'need') and it always eluding our grasp - tantalising, taunting, etc, for ever.
I would probably dream of reaching for a pint(!) of sherry. lol.
Thanks Orchi. Very true 'need' and 'want' almost opposites in life.
But we, both of us, need and want that whisky and sherry! heehee.
your poem reminded me of
my beer on Friday. for Friday is my only beer day. cheers!
Sounds like a great idea onepauly, enjoy your beer next Friday and may there be many Fridays to come.
Not a beer drinker myself but I can see the funny side of this .
Thanks Michael, I wasn't funny when I woke up!
In a Pig's Ear!!!! Off as quick as you can to the Pub Andy.....
If only ....
Ha ha Loved it typical eh? had to be a dream
Yes kitkat, it was typical!
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