A quiet Christmas drink
A Quiet Pint
Barrack room lawyers
That stand at the door
Pontificating theories
About life and law
For nothing escapes them
Or all of their wit
At social occasions
They’re really no hit
For science and soaps
It is their domain
While I drink my pint
They seem such a pain
For this is my time
To put into place
All of the things
That I’ve had to face
Instead I’m bombarded
With dross by the score
My only escape
Lies out of the door
Away from these
Barrack room lawyers
Thought To Ponder – In the midst of winter, I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer – Albert Camus
Music on You Tube – From where I stand – Dobie Gray
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