I love to sit in an English pub and just hear what the folk have to say
whether its talk of the local weather or the news item of the day
there’s chatter about the cricket, and the disastrous last football game
and talk of political failures and the fact that Boris is to blame
but most of all the talk’s about dogs, as folks enter with one in tow
what a lovely dog? what is it? and how much bigger will it grow?
There’s a general discussion on training and tales of each well loved pet
of what is the best and the worst of the breed, and what dog not to get
There’s chat on the various diets and the exercise each canine needs
theres a long , excited, discussion on bad tempered dogs off their leads
There’s shared stories on ways to travel and not leave the dog behind
To avoid planes and ships, and take shorter trips, dogs comfort on their mind
There’s muttering tales of those people who fail to scoop up the poop
and the sad tales of long lost, loved pooches, to depress the listening group
The English are fun loving people and the pubs are both cosy and nice
but beware if you mistreat a doggy, the air will turn into ice
Ah I love to sit in an English pub and hear all the chatter around me
I love that the locals include me and I engage with the ones that surround me
and I really love dogs, well I love some dogs, but I have very little to say
when the conversation inevitably leads to the dog story of the day

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