The green grass on tha' mornin sky,
a beut'ful sight 'tis indeed,
but nothin could take the place,
of me belov'ed pub.
Friends and family among endless pints,
the love and joy come'n from the lot'v us,
golden beer flowing out tha' tap,
with ol' Willy n' Mickey takin a sip.
With all me heart an' all me soul,
I love this land and all its grace,
though when we hit the up pub,
theres not a care in the world.
Me n' da boys go out for an evenin'
with a nice round o' golf,
though when the lights go out and sky goes dark,
you bet yur' ass we scream,
To the pub!
Author notes
oi, nothin can compare to the beloved pub ( :
A contest entry
- My Heart's in the Highlands by Aerlynne.
450 points, ended September 2, 2008, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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*laughs* Marvelous! I'm even going to overlook the breaking of the "no cursing" rule, as it fits here. Without it... the character of the poem would be lost AND it wasn't done without tact.
Thank you for the laugh and for entering. Best of luck!
~ Kit -
LOL I loved the last two lines xD
I definately havent read a poem like this. haha thats a very good thing, poetry can be so damn cliched these days. Nice work! now..
TO THE PUB
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very good
I REALLY ENJOYED THIS;A FEW PINTS AFTER A NICE ROUND OF GOLF IS HEAVEN INDEED. GREAT LITTLE PIECE WELL DONE.
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