The below poem was inspired by a comment overheard by me while enjoying a drink in a pub last weekend (Saturday 29 October).
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“This beer tastes like lady’s knickers”, says an elderly man at a table.
Standing at the bar, I am scarcely able
To contain my laughter, and idly think
As I enjoy my drink
“what about a bra
And are
There knickers for the male kind?”
I find
In pubs much amusement
And bemusement.
“How would he know?”
Better not to go
There I think
As I sink
My drink.
“Lady’s Knickers” beer
Would taste most queer.
I shall be boring and stick to a well known brew
Although ‘tis true
I am curious to know.
But better not to go …
Finishing my second pint, I leave.
I perceive
This incident will stay with me.
I shall with glee
Write it down
Though it be
Nothing profound.
K Morris - Poet 
I have to say, I admire an elderly chap who knows what a lady’s knickers taste like.
Indeed, so do I! Thanks for making me laugh Lucy! Best. Kevin
A pleasure Kevin 🙂
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Many thanks for sharing. Kevin
Oh lol Kevin, I saw the title of this and thought, ‘I HAVE to go there.’ Lol
Thank you, Lorraine. I’m happy to make you smile. Best – Kevin
Lol