I'm a poet

The British Oak is a strange affair
The landlord is never there
The locals like to read old papers and smile
Some have dogs
"I'm just out to walk the dog luv, may be a while"
There are clean bogs
There are plugs
The amplifier fires up
My lager deserves a final sup
I need to learn driving
The folk club is thriving. The ceiling is bare
Lynne isn't there, Richard Russell is buzzing. Some good new faces appear
It's great to hear
The return of Gordon with his mandola and John Lee churning out musical waves on the hurdy gurdy. Welcome back also to Neil sporting a Flying Burrito Brothers T shirt!!!