The Pub

A noisey pub, full of beer, people drinking, be of good cheer.

Saloon bar bore, full of self,, whittering inanely to himself. He’s an opinion on everything, the news of the day, cares not a jot what others have to say.

Judges and brickies, all life is here, all drawn to the pub by what else but beer!

 

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