In the Pub

In the Pub

There's nothing like just sitting in the pub
Contemplating frosty winter days,
Supping ale and ordering some grub;
Chips with something is my current craze.

A pub that has a crackling, roaring fire
Exudes an atmosphere that's hard to beat.
There can be nothing else you should require,
Except some company you'd like to meet.

For some, though, drinking is the major task
And who am I to disagree with this,
Especially when all that one can ask
Is sinking several pints into the bliss.

Yes, let's sit here in the pub on winter days
When sunset is at four and darkness falls
All around us in a way that says
'Drink up your beer, another tankard calls!'
Categorized as Poems

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.

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