15 May 2012
Tankards full of beer,
Pewter stained and sodden.
I miss pubs how they used to be...
Now they've gone all modern.
I long for that brewed beer.
The cold metal between my lips
The sound of jolly laughter...
And those gorgeous bar maid hips.
Now, I'm no man of pleasure...
One simply that just works hard.
But these modern pubs I can't stand.
I may as well be barred.
I just want my simple ways.
When man could laugh with man.
I just want the old times back.
Oh those, I'm such a fan.
Public House • Opuss № I