now languishing on the dusty shelves
of charity stores but since
those halcyon days his pen has run dry
and hope has melted like snow in May
as he sits in his local yet again
where until closing time he will remain.
As another "cold one" is dispatched
an idea springs into his mind,
he's convinced it will be a new masterpiece
and texts his agent full of drunken joy
but on waking in the early hours
cruel reality comes back to the fore
longing for the pub...to open once more.