On Sunday mornings
My Dad would walk down the street
To drink down the Inn
It opened at noon
Mum was cooking weekend roast
When I was so young
He took us two boys
Our dog Rastus came too
He liked us the best
Dad went on inside
While we three sat on the step
We'd get lemonade
Rules were funny then
Your dog was allowed inside
But children were not
Rastus was happy
He'd sniff and bark at people
Looking for more dogs
After Dad had his pint
We would walk back home again
To smell the roast beef
Dad would carve the meat
Meanwhile we would wash our hands
To then start our meal
Rastus was there too
Quiet under the table
Waiting for our scraps
Can't help thinking now
There was no room at the Inn
All those years ago
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This sounds like an Inn that was warm and had love within...i suppose no inn or place of safety is without it's unsafe bits...but still better than left out in the cold i hope
ReplyDeleteAh, those were the days! The days where pubs were sanctuaries of peace and quiet. I don't think I'd want to back though!
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