In the only pub in Penshurst saturday is the big night <br />Some of the locals there for a meal and drinks of their worries make light <br />And some even have their children there in a child friendly place <br />And everyone seems happy a smile on every face. <br /> <br />In the only pub in Penshurst I was made feel welcome there <br />It did not seem to bother them that I was from elsewhere <br />To me they were so welcoming as if I were a long lost friend <br />And I felt like a Local there before the night did end. <br /> <br />In the only pub in Penshurst they sell the best of beer <br />And talk of cricket and football one is obliged to hear <br />The Aussies playing cricket in England and football finals time drawing near <br />And Spring around the corner it is that time of year. <br /> <br />In the only pub in Penhurst though there I was not known <br />The locals made me feel welcome as if I were one of their own <br />I had gained at least twenty new friends by last drinks at closing time <br />And to these lovely people I dedicate this rhyme.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-only-pub-in-penshurst/
