The Pub

A poem about my experience when I went to a local pub.

Heaton Pyre’s Cremation

“Family, friends, others that knew him. We are gathered here today to celebra- mourn the death of Heaton Pyre. A good man who was loved by many and who loved all in return. Indeed, it was mentioned in his eulogy that he had a blazing personality and that he lit up a room every time […]

A Bucket of Rats

“I’ll have to buy a bucket of rats.” “A bucket of cats!” “No, not cats, rats.” “Oh, a bucket of rats. But that’s thrice the price of a bucket of mice!” “Not thrice, only twice. Has your brother still got lice?” “Don’t change the subject. And don’t pick on him, it’s not nice! What will […]