A drink of gold merrily

A drink of gold merrily

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Within the room
laughter displayed
at the bar
beer consumed
a fight breaks out
shattered glass
amongst drunken hoons,
boys in blue
order takeaways;
drive a paddy wagon full.
Another round
amber gold
peace restored
noise surrounds
wet tongues wagging
pub life returns
to normal.

© 2023 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 8, 2023
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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