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Alfred to the Barmaid


Please be large
And make mine a large one.
Be Marjorie or Barbara,
Blonde or dark.

Have a smile
Which in the Public Bar
Pierces the brume of the smokers
For whom you

Pour and pull,
Which may be mental gloom
As well, that soon you will ring their
Parting bell.

But lock us
In with you, we few who
Orbit yet your solar presence,
And dispense

The gold light
And the clear – ruddy beer
And the gin that clings to glasses.
Keep us here

To revere
Your splendid married breasts
And gracious spread of rear, bending
Down for crisps.

How kindly
You heed our ear-bending;
How blindly we adore you, night
And morning.

Oh balm, oh
Barmaid bountifully
Blessed, we pile upon your altar
Votive pence,

Perusing
Pensively, beyond our
Froth-laced bumpers, a roundness deemed
Most priceless.

Oh bow once
More to the Lounge, oh sway
Those marvellous receptacles,
Displacing

So much air,
Of blouse and brassière
Once more before my spectacles.
There, oh there

Could I ride
All in the valley of
Life, bright cavalier of a light
Ale brigade.

Come but a
Bit nearer, Maud, Gwen, Rose
Or Vera. My heart is crossing
The bar, dear.


 

John Gibbens, from The Promise

 

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