Reservation

Reservation

It's Friday in the pub.
There's a notice on the table,
"Reserved: 6.30: Butters".

And amid the hubbub
I hear a comment thus,
"Them? Fucking nutters!"
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Categorized as Licks

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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