Gastropub?
Nearly deaf Dave, accepted my invitation.
To dine, cordon bleu, like a god.
“You promised a posh pub meal!” he argued, to prostration,
As he tucked into another gastropod.
Gastropub?
Nearly deaf Dave, accepted my invitation.
To dine, cordon bleu, like a god.
“You promised a posh pub meal!” he argued, to prostration,
As he tucked into another gastropod.
