Bar–Room Bawl
Christmas Ode
Twas the Weekend ’fore Christmas, the spirits were high,
As was the beer bill, to pay it I’d try
Our old faithful few plus the once a year crew
Would descend on the pub for their annual do
Expecting the trimmings of yesteryear
Some homemade mince pies and the odd free beer
But come the big day, not a person was seen
And even the locals stayed home for Come Dancing
Would cash flow falter, I shan’t like to say
Here’s hoping for a good’n to keep the bank manager at bay
But the night was so quiet, twas more like a wake
Saturdays trade was like Mondays take
And so came to pass, the one time of year
When the down trodden landlord might sell all his beer
Had fizzled so lowly it was no time for cheer
It’s gonna get worse chaps, that have no fear
We’ll not see the next one was his festive prediction,
Not going under was his one resolution,
Sadly this Yuletide could be the last,
A Christmas Day pint might be in the past,
So when we’re gone and its YOUR yearly outing,
To the dear old pub, the community local,
We know who the Scrooges are - the Pub Cos disguise,
Twas you who contributed to our local's demise.