Our Local Publican Poem by john o'connell
Our Local Publican
Our
local publican
comes from Amsterdam.
Because of his heart
he has to watch it.
Yet,
once in a blue moon
he gets very drunk.
His
favourite trick then
is to shake
every customer's hand
and tell them
with an assinine grin,
insultingly,
to disappear
and never be seen
again.
Ah!
Nobody
takes offence
and
the next day
everything
is back to 'normal.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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