A lockdown memory

Them were the days.

Went for a pint in Mulligans
Fancied a packet of crisps
Settled snugly into the corner
Like little Jack Horner
A comfort I’ll never forget.

To look back on it now
I will never know how
I managed to get home at all
For when I woke up next day
There was hell to pay
For I’d fallen asleep in the hall.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

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