Club Life
The local club
Was once the hub
To watch a band
Or chew the cud
Legs eleven
Was halftime heaven
No local winner =
Armageddon!
A stranger's feet
Resting at your seat!
His smarmy face
You'd wanna beat!
Oh, the damned consternation!
“That's been my seat since
decimalisation!”
Working men blow woodbine hoops
In kipper ties & well worn suits
Egg sarnies freely passed around
Auld Freddy makes a farting sound!
Dominoes spread across the table
(A beer mat handy, ‘case it's unstable)
Winner does a victory lap
Loser's call him a lucky twa.. bugger
Committee men with free pint cheques
End the night with broken necks
Wobble home with wife in arm
It had a certain kind of charm
Camaraderie, banter, clapping hands
Have gone away on changing sands
This simple life of belonging & beer
Is all but set to disappear…
Stephen Atkinson
Sun 7th Jul 2024 22:42
Thank you, Tim, Leon & Stephen.
Our local club is living hand to mouth, but it's still clinging on. Though it more often has a single line rather than a full house! 😉
And thanks for the likes! 🌷