Hello, Poetry Lovers,
Not sure which way round that title should go…..Pubs and Boys? Boys and Pubs? There was an era when they went hand in hand. I didn’t ever get the boy I fancied though, yet all my mates did! Where was the justice in that?!
This picture of me above, appropriately, was taken at the iconic French House in Soho. However, our local pub was much lower profile than that, and I couldn’t envisage any Soho bohemians going through the doors of the Queens Arms. Good-looking blokes did though……..
This is quite an old poem, do read on…..
In the pub, Julie liked a boy, sitting by the fag
But me and Sue didn’t fancy his mates
so she was on her own!
Then Sue gets off with a nice boy called Paul,
and I was out on a limb – again!
Why didn’t I ever get a boy I fancied?
What did I do that was so wrong?
And here I am, making awkward
conversation with someone called
Two spare parts together.
While his pal Dave snogs Julie like
his life depends on it.
He’s so gorgeous, and I wished
that was me, feeling his breath on
Sue has left the pub with Paul.
I long to ask her if it’s as wonderful
as they say?
Mike takes my hand in his and
I snatch it away.
I want to go home, but I’m buggered if Mike’s
coming with me.
I pretend to go the bog, then slip out the main
I should have gone to the pictures instead!
Heather Moulson 2017
There you have it, PL’s, many a Saturday night was spent walking home in the rain, unaccompanied. That’s how I remember it anyway. So, when constant Saturday nights in as a result of Lockdown get on your nerves, think how much worse and lonely it could have been in that local pub.
Thanks for tuning in, Poetry Lovers. Now, to give Dobby her supper. Tune in real soon for more poetry action…..