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Poetry By: Shweta

The drunk men in the pub.

Submitted:Jan 3, 2012    Reads: 47    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   

The drunk men in the pub


What did the drunk men say?

In the pub.

Where only darkness visits.

Hauling and shouting,

But no one hears anyone.


Beer glasses of bear size,

Amber hue shining in

The dim flushed light.

Neon lights; night blue.

The door of the pub never rests.


The chap in the corner said,

"Mr. Boo, you sound like a

Creepy shoe with sweetness withheld

You better shut your cavity flanked

With two fluffy crooked lips."


"You better not waste your murky mind

On me; you have stuff to care about

Think about the sins, Mr. Scott

Imprisonment was not even fair enough

You would go to hell and not heaven."


"Ah! Look who is babbling that,

Mr. Boo, I guess you would be

Polite enough to remember the days

When I gave you protection from

The dodging cops in the county."


Everyone else was enjoying the face-off

And, waited with greedy eyes to feed

Upon the scene which would soon

Portray Mr. Boo and Mr. Scott

Wrestling and hurling names on each other.


Soon the expectations bore fruit,

Folks out there split in two groups;

One supported Mr. Boo and the

Other abutted Mr. Scott, gladly,

Chaos, wreckage, glasses clashed.


Soon the cops arrived with their

Horn honking enough to alert

The folks out there but two;

Still busy with their fights,

Were banished out of the pub.


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