The Old Transporter Ale HouseA Poem by DEAN FARNELLThe Old Transporter Ale House Is run by Steve and Jay They welcome all their drinkers Who pass along the way Steve's the gentle giant Who's loves his bikes and beer You'll find him on the dartboard Whom all the players fear Jay's the kind of lady Where nothings too much trouble Also pretty good at darts But struggles on a double The Locals are the backbone The Ale House bread and butter Some are loud but kind at heart And of course the local nutter I'll miss the Old Transporter You'll always be the place Where I never left one single time Without a smile upon my face My belly Is now twice the size Since I walked In just last summer Such a shame I could not Stay Life Is such a bummer
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Added on March 12, 2016 Last Updated on March 12, 2016 AuthorDEAN FARNELLHENLOW, BEDFORD, United KingdomAboutQUIRKY SINGER HORROR SONG WRITER & QUIRKY AND DARK HORROR POETRY WRITER. more..Writing
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