Mike Bee,
Wandering Free.
My *****’s Pub Sunday Luncheon mate,
With always plenty on his plate.

Then at The Crow’s there’s John and Keith,
Using Sam Smith’s to wash their teeth.
What they don’t know, isn’t worth knowing,
Lots of banter to keep me going.

They call Brian there, “Encyclopaedia”,
With lots of facts, he will feed ya.
He’s so bright cos he’s from Leeds,
And knows his I before E except after Cs.

Paul Butters

This poem is by Norman Stevens in response to MY poem about HIM. Have made some minor changes.

In *****’s Bar on High,
Sheltered from Cleethorpes sea and sky,
Paul Butters utters words of cheer,
While quaffing his pint of *****’s beer.

He sets about his spicy meal,
Loading up for his evening’s sport,
When he’ll aim to be the real deal.

Owner Bill’s Angels prepare another stew,
To help down another “home –made” brew.

They nip outside for another “staff meeting”,
Paul says they’ve gone for a ***,
But THAT I’m not repeating.

Throughout these capers,
Norman reads his informative papers.

Sipping his Nectar Beer,
He’ll leave in good cheer.

Norman Stevens
Assisted by Paul Butters

(C) PB\NS 17\11\2015.

The stars are bright on this cold night
The song is sung as the last bell was rung
We were dancing slowly in the moon light
She twirled and spun for the night had just begun

Her smile was the only thing that I cared to see
Her eyes were shining out the beauty that was inside
She danced all night and then she danced with me
It was just like heaven as we stood side by side

The beat was slow and steady
But my heart wasn’t ready
For the charms that she sent my way
I was snared and I was caught
Yet there wasn’t a word left to say
Because she was the girl that made me feel like an astronaut

Before I knew it the night was gone
There were no victors no one won
Won the heart of the beauty queen
She had taken me to places I have never been
But the night was through and so was I
The queen was never one to cry

Night after night I searched high and low
For the girl with the magic glow

As I was about to quit
I felt the soft, quiet spirit
He touched my heart and led me home
And there was the queen sitting all alone