.LitteGreenMan.
Hanging pub lights sway
UFOs hover over.
Drunk voyage begins.
.CuppaOwww.
Pinky out, drink tea
eye poked as you slurpy sip.
Delicate tea cups.
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Showing posts with label pub. Show all posts
Monday, 26 July 2010
Sunday, 10 January 2010
Friday, 27 November 2009
haikus about barladies
.PerfectPouredPint.
Barmaid foxy gaze
lustily handles the pumps.
Seduction complete.
.DoubleUp.
Leaning over bar
barmaids bosom draws sly gaze.
Thats why I drink here.
.DrunksEyes.
those sparkling eyes
in the sea of drunk sorrow.
Pretty barlady.
Barmaid foxy gaze
lustily handles the pumps.
Seduction complete.
.DoubleUp.
Leaning over bar
barmaids bosom draws sly gaze.
Thats why I drink here.
.DrunksEyes.
those sparkling eyes
in the sea of drunk sorrow.
Pretty barlady.
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
a haiku
.PutTheWorldToRights.
Empty pint glasses
overload old oak table.
Conversation flows.
Empty pint glasses
overload old oak table.
Conversation flows.
Labels:
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discussion,
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haiku,
pints,
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haikus again
WeCanAllSeeYou'reBeautiful.
Pretty girl draws scowls
from women who are jealous.
Object of male hearts.
.FootballThugs.
Pub electric tense
football fans ready to fight.
The beautiful game.
Pretty girl draws scowls
from women who are jealous.
Object of male hearts.
.FootballThugs.
Pub electric tense
football fans ready to fight.
The beautiful game.
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
some more haikus
.SaturdayNights.
Pub fills with locals
laughter and chatter belong.
Lonely silent drunk.
.MusicScars.
Fingertips worn smooth
against heavy strings on bass.
My poor mans plectrum.
Pub fills with locals
laughter and chatter belong.
Lonely silent drunk.
.MusicScars.
Fingertips worn smooth
against heavy strings on bass.
My poor mans plectrum.
Saturday, 1 August 2009
Saturday, 13 June 2009
Monday, 9 March 2009
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Monday, 19 January 2009
Thursday, 23 October 2008
Another awkward moment in the Pub
'Oi, are you checking out my bird?!?'
Shouts a big chav thug, as he storms on over,
I look at him, then over his shoulder to his girlfriend.
'Pffft, no.' I reply, 'Shes well ugly.'
Shouts a big chav thug, as he storms on over,
I look at him, then over his shoulder to his girlfriend.
'Pffft, no.' I reply, 'Shes well ugly.'
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