Inns And Out
The swinging sign is rusty on its hinges
Creaking out its song of woe
Where have all the drinkers gone?
No-one seems to know
The White Bear paces in its lonely cage
The Pelican cannot even flap a wing
The Southgate’s garden’s so deserted
And performers there no longer sing
The Cavalier has lost his vim and dash
The Moonrakers cannot rake for cheese
The Castle’s all shut and bolted
What are we to make of these?
We can’t get slaughtered in The Lamb
The Three Crowns have lost their glitter
The Vaults and Snuffbox shuttered up
And you’re surprised that we’re getting bitter?
The British no longer flies its flag
It’s the worst of all our fears
We said no good would come of this
And now it’s ended all in Tiers
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2020
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