The Backroom

The Backroom

A Chapter by Dave Brown
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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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