A pub bore: we've all met one at some stage. He's the elderly, red-faced guy in tweed jacket and cavalry twills, propping up the bar with a leather-padded elbow. He always manages to latch on to a newcomer, perhaps because he's long ago exhausted the patience of the locals, and then he just talks and talks and talks.
PUB BORE
Do kids play marbles anymore?
Who’d ask but some old out-of-touch
moist-eyed, drip-nosed, threadbare pub bore
who doesn’t get out very much.
Of course they don’t: not in the West.
Marbles would leave them unimpressed.
When I was young, the pub bore drones,
we made our own fun: what a lark!
Before laptops and mobile phones,
kids played outdoors, marbles, till dark.
He says he still has his, though chipped,
goes to the gents, comes back unzipped.
Now why not visit my Facebook page:-
https://www.facebook.com/richard.fleming.92102564/
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