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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…

 

◄ Morning Call

Season song ►

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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! 🌷

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 6th Jul 2024 09:27

'A certain kind of charm'. The memories are the best part. Good poem, Stephen.

leon stolgard

Fri 5th Jul 2024 19:46

Walk tall and carry a big stick my boy! 👍

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Tim Higbee

Fri 5th Jul 2024 12:56

This simple life of belonging & beer
Is all but set to disappear…
Good memories brought back to life.
Thanks, Stephan

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