A Pint of Beer and a Game Pie

By luigi_pagano

Sat, 28 Oct 2017

We use to meet at ‘The Roundabout’,

Zebedee, Dougal, Florence and I.

Every night you could hear us shout

for a pint of beer and a game pie.

It was an English traditional pub

with an oldy worldly nice decor.

It served good ale and decent grub

and didn’t have sawdust on the floor.

But food wasn’t the reason why

customers rushed to buy a jar:

it was because every guy

ogled the lady behind the bar.

She was indeed the main attraction

and her name was on everyone’s lips;

with the regulars she had an interaction

and therefore received good tips.

That was the inn in the olden days

long before we left home;

the four of us went separate ways

two in Berlin, one in Bonn, one in Rome.

We came back but it had lost its magic,

we were too late and there is the rub;

a transformation, that for us was tragic,

had occurred: it was now a gastro-pub.