Sixty Glorious Years

[Frank E Gibbard]

Celebrating a career, you might say, my jubilee,

Sixty glorious beers I have been readily drinking,

Felt it a solemn duty to do so steadily, unstinting;

At times the hand that held the pint a mite unsteady

May have wavered but headed always to that brew

Hop-flavoured at all times through my years of service

At the likes of "The Prince of Wales." I raised many ales

In saloons, and bars, and jolly cheers yet here a bitter rub,

Bear scars of too many themed and truly awful faux pubs,

Plastic oirish inns, Tex-Mex cantinas, full of false antiques

With no trace of patina, more bodhrans and schillelaghs

Than you could shake a stick at as folk drank their Baileys.

Real ale, I might say right royal ale, has had recent revival,

As pubs go to the wall a campaign ensured some's survival.

Not the end at all, if one ignores our health police's warnings

Still enjoy long nights in the pub, not necessarily the mornings.

[tonyv]

Makes me think of Larkin, Frank. He always had a day job.

 

Retirement? If so, congratulations!

 

Tony

[Frank E Gibbard]

Long retired Tony but not from the drinking "career" sorry it wasn't clear.

This was an ironic jubilee of mine own ironically contrasting the sixty glorious years (pun) of Her Maj you know QE2 (not the ship). Thanks for reading as you do. Frank

[tonyv]

Whoa, I guess this one went completely over my head. I probably should have got it with the reference to "The Prince of Wales," but hey, you could have toasted him, too! Enjoyed it nevertheless.

 

Tony

[Frank E Gibbard]

Whoa, I guess this one went completely over my head. I probably should have got it with the reference to "The Prince of Wales," but hey, you could have toasted him, too! Enjoyed it nevertheless.

 

Tony

Perfectly understandable Tony. I'm not a royalist so prompted to write thusly because the jubilee was all the rage over here, I forget US readers may need clarification for some postings, Thanks for the rap - Frank