The Refusal

There's a certain pub in the city I like,
named the Swan
A small back street place
And I visit now and then on my own.
Perhaps the first or second time there I met
One of the bar staff-
A very well-spoken petite
Dark haired lass named Emily
Who had studied at Oxford.

Well I had too much to drink:
Wanted to take a photograph of she and one of the other ladies behind the bar.
And I said she was well- spoken.

We would never have dated-
Of that I'm sure:
Whatever my feelings were
Or weren't
I knew very well that she was well
Out of my league and that
I would never be good Enough for her.

Well I visited periodically
(Around four times a year)
Arriving typically around 2pm;
Always on my own
Emily started
Around 5pm, and funnily Enough I don't think I Presented myself in a very favourible light.
It was a nice pub
And I stayed too long
And drank too much,
Sitting at the bar.
Half- drunk by the time
She arrived.

A few weeks ago I went back.
I'd been around the city, drinking but was there again-
Mid- afternoon, on my own.
Someone I hadn't met before served me.
I finished my pint just as
Emily arrived for her shift.
She and a man who worked There (I recognised him)
seemed to look at me warily, but I left.

Yesterday I was passing there
And thought I'd nip in for a pint.
Walking in, completely sober, There were a few people about, chatting.
Emily was the only Staff member there.
She shook her head at me as I
Walked in, then said
"We won't serve you in here"
I said "Fair enough" and walked out.

I guess I can't blame them.

MDC