Poem -

Fit For Purpose

not just any old watering hole

It rained again today
and one could
barely make their way
toward the bar
without first treading
on someone
   else’s sodden feet ..
Nor for that matter
could one
adequately sway from
side to side
with the bass line that
leaked so
deliciously from those
three huge but
otherwise, magnificent
redundant
   Wharfedale speakers ..
Then a chord
   struck firmly home ..
The Three Dukes was
never meant
for dancing, courting,
disco’s or enjoying
oneself, but for serious
   drinkers only ..

 

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Neville

Keep your chin up mate, I'm sure things will be fine before too long but in the meantime, thanks for stopping by .. Neville 

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Neville

we all have our cross to bear .. but for now, I'll keep my fingers crossed for ya .. Neville 

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author
Marion

Brilliant... love this one. I could see this place vividly in my minds eye... perhaps I even drank there once or twice x

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author
Neville

It's very cheap .. that's just one of the reasons why I love it there .. its just a shame it takes almost three hours to get there by plane .. thanks our M x

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Being Me

Your words paint a picture. I can see that bar. Almost feels like I'm there. Right there.

Ouch! Mind my feet x

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author
Neville

I've got your back covered .. your feet will be just fine .. there now, how does that feel x 

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