Poem about Going Out To Eat

The Pub

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Lonely, hungry, need to eat.

Tired, depressed, so dam beat.

Eating out again tonight,

Wanting food prepared just right.

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Joint is busy,  too much noise.

Rapping music, destroys poise.

Sleazy pub, greasy menu.

Should have found better venue.

The hour, happy, feel better.

Unwind, escape from fetter.

Talking, mingling, watching game.

Staying at home not the same.

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Chicken tender, good, spicy.

Check out costs, not too pricy.

Joint is busy, having fun.

Too bad it’s late, have to run.

–                       – June Nash

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