A Pint of Beer and a Game Pie

By luigi_pagano

Sat, 28 Oct 2017
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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.
 
© Luigi Pagano 2017
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Submitted by Parson Thru on

Painted in that dreadful matt grey-green? 19 year old prodigy chef? Give me the ring of spitoon and the excited chatter of a jackpot. Nice piece Luigi.

Parson Thru

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

That's the one, Kevin, with fancy names and items such as a bowl of olives, spritzer and minute portions on the menu; catering mainly for whiz kids. There is always one near you.

Cheers, Luigi.
 

 

 

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thankfully not here! :)

Parson Thru

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Glad to hear it. yes