The Poetry Bus Pub Crawl – The Boar’s Head Spoke

That Krazy Kat is driving the bus this week & she has given what I thought was a difficult task:

I want you to think of your favourite Pub.  If you don't favour a particular pub, think of a bar or restaurant even, but a Pub would be ideal.  Now take the elements from the name of the pub, for example "The Fox and Fiddle" and create characters out of those elements.  Now write a funny and fun poem (preferably with end-rhymes) that tells a good story.

I wasn't sure about it because I don't really have a favorite pub. But then I remembered a place that Dr. M & I visited when we were in Savannah several years ago. The food was ok, but it was the atmosphere that tickled me most. When I looked at the pictures from that visit (thank goodness we were tourists & took pictures!) the poem just wrote itself. After you've read this silly tale, go to Kat's blog to read some more – there are already some humdingers out there!

The Boar's Head Spoke

I strode in the door of the Boar's Head Grille

And nodded to Petey who was manning the till

And then in a moment surreal and bizarre

The Boar's Head spoke from over the bar

"I've been here for years and never complained

Seen the sad and the glad and the for sure deranged

I've watched more football than a pig should endure

And seen Bud Light downed like it was a cure

And now I have had it & must state my case

As this hat on my head starts to droop in my face

After all of these years of second hand smoke

For the love of Arnold Ziffel, can you give a hog a toke?"

So we did.