A nonsense-narrative poem
(makes sense to me *wink*)
Fo love o’ dee pub, slipping ta dee pub
make mine frothy, make eet bub
owt dee castle, down dee bricks
eager clicks, clacks, clacks, n’ clicks
Kicks dee doors in, n’ av’ it up ya
twisted tops, lickin’ dee liquor
Fo love o’ dee pub, slumping ta dee pub
swing dee sword ta cut dee grub
mooing madly, slurp dee blood
stab dee plate, pierce dee spud
wash eet back wid a pint o’ piss
piss eet out, make sure ta miss
Fo love o’ dee pub, slinking ta dee pub
find some flesh ta give a stub
cats on dee bar, lookin’ bushy
chase em’ round, tryna catcha pussy
all the stray dogs gon be barkin’
swinging wet wipes, muts be sparkin’
Fo love o’ dee pub, sluggin’ owt dee pub
Upty downsie, hangin’ owt dee shrub
owt dee herbage, back ta dee grotto
goblin mouthfuls o’ turf, all blotto
past dee tavern, up dee bricks
offbeat clicks, clacks, clacks, n’ clicks
Fo love o’ dee pub, slothing from dee pub
back ta dee cavern, draggin’ mee club.
© Darius the Mate 13-01-2022
Written for dVerse: Meeting at the bar (aptly).
nicecissist 
I think I’d take the tavern for its grub
for booze and dance, I prefer the club.
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now that’s my kind of pub… do they have foosball?
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… and more 🤭
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The rhythm felt like the unsteady sway of one two many. So much fun to read aloud, which is a must!
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Yippeee, thank you, Mish!
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Of course it makes sense to you ~~ { makes sense to me too } Loved it naturally.
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It makes perfect sense, really. If I want nonsense, I just turn on the news.
Thank you for the comment, Helen.
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Gee mate! Thanks for da pub hop and pass dee frothy, man!
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Comin’ right up 🍺 cheers to that, Punam.
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🍻 cheers, Darius.
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This is great, Darius! Those were the days…but I am glad they are over 😅
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Thanks a bunch, Ingrid. ☺️ Good to have a click, clack down memory lane every now and again.
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Or a click, clack, totter even 🤣
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Haha! I can’t quite place the accent, but I certainly can place the characters, met ’em last night in fact..! V well done!
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Reads as if you had a good night, Ain (though, that depends of perspective). Thanks for the comment, mate.
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… though it sounds that this is not the only bar you’ve hopped to tonight. haha. You’ve been bar hopping. Admit it, mate. Totally cool. Picture and post, perfect.
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🍻 Always space for company. Pick your poison. Thank you for the comment, Selma.
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this is fun fun fun.
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“mooing madly, slurp dee blood
stab dee plate, pierce dee spud”
I like mine medium rare, and my potatoes baked — like me band mates!
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Baked bandmates, and a side of steak, comin’ up
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For love o’ pub, someone pour me a frothy after that one. So fun.
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🍺 comin’ right up!
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Lol this was fun!
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Thank you, Erbiage.
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Love the vernacular. I can see the twinkle in your eye from here.
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Hehe. 🤩 thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Oh what a fun read.
Happy Thursday
Much love…
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Thank you, Gillena. 🙂
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