The Pub Is Closed! Poem by Emma Jane Rae

I've worked in the pub,
for the past 8 years,
pulling pints,
of cider and beers,
i watch people get bladdered,
and stagger around,
drowning their sorrows,
when they are on the re-bound,
in the past 8 years,
i've had quite a laugh,
talking to customers,
and joking with staff,
i've experienced lots of hellos,
and a lot of goodbyes,
i've also met a lot of guys,
i've worked here to earn my cash,
laugh at the mistakes,
of those on the lash,
i've seen affairs,
and marriages drift apart,
watch men and women get sloshed,
to mend their broken hearts,
with spirits and beer,
we hold up our glasses,
and give a final cheer,
i've seen black eyes,
and a broken nose,
as of next week,
the pub will be closed!