Shelter from the Storm

Where would we be without the man at the bar?
It would be like The Smiths without Johnny Marr.

We've all come to see
a man about a dog,
Standing at the bar with
a glass full of grog,
Shelter from the elements;
protection from the fog,
A toast to the warmth
ends a 9 to 5 slog.


Respite and company, two things
you won't need luck to find.
An hour at the bar will
grant you peace of mind,
Just what you need after
the monotonous daily grind,
A hot meal and a chance to unwind.

He enjoys the crowd at the
good ol' West,
Talking away, cradling his
pint of Golden Best
The humble pub, otherwise known as
the traveller's rest.
Think of it as home,
a place to nest.

Where would we be without the man at the bar?
It would be like The Beatles without Ringo Starr.