The Local Poem by Lee Fones

The Local



it was a weird night
working at local pub
it gave me a fright
after finished serving grub

some undesirable people
came in the pub and swearing
after they'd been at the steeple
on the bells they'd been blaring

ding dong ding
those blokes did pull
there was a lot of up swing
well at least the pub ain't dull

Thursday, November 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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