I Love A Pub

I love a pub. It feels

Homely to me, a place

Of comfort and ease. It

Pleases me, the hubbub

And the chunter and the

Banter and, sometimes,

The chunder.

Well, not so much the chunder.

I love the open heart

Of it, being part of it, being

Where the life is, the laughs

And all the funny biz

That happens all around

The place when you’re

Sitting there with


Talking shit,

Acting up a bit,

Going for the craic.

I’m happy here,

Just drinking beer, though

I learned a sad truth lately.

I can’t do it, can’t handle it,

Unless the drink is gravy.

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