The Backroom

The Backroom

A Chapter by Dave Brown



In the backroom at the local pub

The old boys would all meet

To enjoy some good stories

And get off their tired feet


One old bald guy, a poet

Would entertain all the others

With his poems that ranged from

Fantasy to heartbroken lovers


But it was the poem about

A fast ride that he took

When he was gainfully employed

As a B&E crook


How they’d been interrupted

With the break-in still incomplete

How back to the getaway car

They quickly had to beat feet


How the coppers had chased them

As through the black night they fled

About how they missed that cliff corner

And all ended up dead


How he was now only an apparition

And here, he just winks

Which is the only reason, he says

He never helps pay for the drinks





© 2020 Dave Brown

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Last Updated on September 3, 2020

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