Down at My Local

Under the bar lurk ancient browns
Trousers stained the punter frowns

One beer to warm, the other too cold
Glasses all soapy, cracked and old

Stools of wood creak and groan
Sitters fidget, curse and moan

Chartless records slide and hiss
Maudlin drinkers take the piss

Carpets glazed and battle worn
Pool table crooked, damp and torn

Toilets smell of bleach and shit
Walls a scrawl with glowering wit

Run off blocked at every loop
Crouton butts in yellow soup

Urine-air as thick as smog
Cigarettes add a choking fog

Our host was once called an ugly pig
With his beer-belly stoop and obvious wig

See no smiles, but lots of grins
People made daft by boozing sins

Alcohol-retards will annoy
Slapping your back and calling you boy

Some want to argue, others to fight
Some say good day, the others goodnight

You know the faces, but wish you did not
You came to the place and look what you got

“CHEERS” on the telly, so cosy and warm
While down at my local the windows storm

So why this compulsion for sickness and pain
…To dull my emotions and deaden my brain

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About tonyjayg

I'm a great bloke. That's all you need to know. ;)
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