Pies & Perspiration
Trailing rucksacks and water-bottles
They wander exhausted into the pub
Give their aching backs a solid stretch
And their cramping calves a gentle rub
They’re thirsty and they’re starving
So they can’t believe their eyes
When behind the bar they notice
A heated cabinet full of tasty pies
Drinks are bought and drunk
Then gratefully they take a seat
Grabbing cutlery and sauces
And hungrily they set to eat
It’s been a long walk getting here
Glad to have reached this town
Now the pastry crumbles as the knives go in
And the fillings soon wolfed down
The ramblers treat themselves to rest
Perspiration cooling on their brows
Soon they’ll be feeling sleepy
Their bodies hard to rouse
The room takes on a strange aroma
At first it seems to be the walkers’ desperation
But then I realise it’s more mundane -
Just a heady mix of pies and perspiration
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