Sep 14, 2006 22:28
*** I'm aware this poem is a shocker and sounds like someone with an intellect of about 5 wrote it, but i was just in a stupid mood when I came up with it. I needed a break from the serious poetry!
The Local
We all have our local pub
where we often migrate when things get rough.
But more often than not
its a place to catch up with a couple of mates.
Each watering hole has the same colourful characters
in which I'm sure you'll all be able to relate!
The singles are out to mingle
while sipping on their fruit tingles.
Some of the pick-up lines can be rather shockin'
like "you come 'ere often?"
No sooner than soon,
she has fled to the "ladies"
but she will really be found at the bar buying another baileys.
But you can always spot the couples
working out their relationship troubles
over a schooner or two.
And so it ends up,
the boy walks off in a huff
and relaxes outside by taking a puff.
The girl with the tears,
buys her boy a beer,
and soon reconciliation is near.
The nightly brawl about what so and so's mrs was called
leads to the inevitable police call.
"Break it up fellas" always seems to work,
settling the guys who went absolutely berserk.
A voice yells "last drinks"
which is enough to make a grown (I mean drunk) man cry!
And after he orders his final extra dry,
he turns to the bartender in slurry reply...
"No...I love YOUUUU mate.."
We all have our local pub
where we often migrate when things get rough.
But more often than not
its a place to catch up with a couple of mates.
Each watering hole has the same colourful characters
in which I'm sure you'll all be able to relate!