At The Happy Hour Poem by Francis Duggan

At The Happy Hour



At the happy hour at the local pub there is cheaper beer
An hour of laughter and song and cheer
The happy patrons are smiling in delight
From eight o clock till nine on Saturday night
The football fans discussing the game of the day
On their faces the winning and losing fans their feelings on display
The winning fans smiling the losing fans looking sad
In sport as in life there is the good and the bad
On Saturday night at the local pub between eight and nine
For an hour drinks cheaper to buy hard liquor, beer and wine
The bar room is full the publican doing a brisk trade
Even on happy hour a huge profit by him is made
The football fans are discussing the game of the day
On the faces of the winning and losing fans their feelings on display.

Friday, September 8, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: entertainment
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