The Swan

When the summer day is over

And the heated hours are gone,

We repair in ones and twos and threes

To the comfort of the Swan.

And there we drink our pints of ale

And eat food that’s quite divine,

And Julia hears that funny tale

For the seven hundredth time.

Mike rumbles from the cellar

Engineer with legs so pale,

Having worked his magic alchemy

On heating, plumbing and ale.

Mum shuttles to the kitchen,

And pool balls clink as the jukebox plays,

While Bass and Lager slide down welcoming throats

Parched by the summer days.

And when the evening is over,

And the customers are all gone

And hoovers are silenced finally,

Let peace reign in the Swan.

Let Mum and Mike and Julia,

Sleep well the sleep of the just,

For when the sun has risen up,

We’ll be welcome back, I trust!