Sitting In the pub
Being no trouble
No-one speaks to me
From they're socially distanced bubble
With a Fosters I sat down
In the garden of the Crown
I'm writing up this poem
No need for me to frown
The golden amber nectar
Slipping down a treat
I look around the garden
Quite nice for friends to meet
There is a minus though
The air condition noise
So if it's peace and quiet you want
Already it's destroyed
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