Pub Phlog Poem


Lubricated speech of many,
Wrestles through the air.
Cigarette smoke and crass jokes,
Fly thick and fast, to be fair.
Just one example of tradition,
It happens here and also there.

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Drinks are downed and boasts brought up,
You’d be straining to rightly care.
For it’s not an end but just a means,
Within a drunken local’s stare.
If not the local on Sat’dey night,
Then just you tell me where.

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