I'm sitting in the Crown pub, Liverpool
This rainy and dark November evening
I need to sit back , for the day was full
Of deliberation at the meeting
That has just finished and was quite taxing
As tax often is. Fish and chips all gone
Fingers crossed I don't get food poisoning
No reason why I should; it tasted fine
But the carpet in here looks very worn
And the tables are sticky, some with pools
Of beer. I'm here by way of time passing
There's three dark wet hours to pass til it's time
For 'Liver Bards' poetry group, where fools
And wise men stand and read out their scribblings
Tue 2 Nov
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