Poem #2,812 | There – that scrape of pub chair

There –
that scrape of pub chair
‘cross floor –
then roar over their
games of Toad
[Sussex flat toss
of weighted coin-round toads at
that chipped target top] –
There
now –
that mumble o’ beer-thick
voices between drinkers –
sip of
ale to set straight all auld things
[immigration & Tory lies] –
There
past –
errors strewn in our book
of How It Were & Other Stories –
I am a recorder of such gaffes &
get paid by writ hours –
Sit close
for other drunk announcements
knocked back in paid-up rounds
from boozers like this –
I will scrape
tiled floors
[of pint-pickled men]