In the old pub
That a change in style had not replaced
Sat a couple
In drinking pints no shame
Dressed up to the nines like somewhere to go
This their local,This their show
Old music played some song from then
A smile cracked ,his toes began
She looked at him with fonded eyes
Proud to be sat on his side
His flattened cap began to quiver
as broken hands came out a shiver
Many times had come and gone
Yet here they were and this their song
His rise of proud'ness won her heart
In a flutter time to start
Dancing shoes all for the ready
Whisked away a shimmer Freddie
Year's no age this time was their's
Dancing laughing life's weekend beer
Many more for them to come
Down the Old dog and Partridge... done !!!
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 2:21 PM UTC
In the old pub
That a change in style had not replaced
Sat a couple
In drinking pints no shame
Dressed up to the nines like somewhere to go
This their local,This their show
Old music played some song from then
A smile cracked ,his toes began
She looked at him with fonded eyes
Proud to be sat on his side
His flattened cap began to quiver
as broken hands came out a shiver
Many times had come and gone
Yet here they were and this their song
His rise of proud'ness won her heart
In a flutter time to start
Dancing shoes all for the ready
Whisked away a shimmer Freddie
Year's no age this time was their's
Dancing laughing life's weekend beer
Many more for them to come
Down the Old dog and Partridge... done !!!
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