Age Old Tradition

Into the tavern they tarried not
A throw back era time forgot.
There they doff their gloves and coat
Happy hour, the ale they smote
Twas a happy place to have thy fun
For 2 pie and chips, the price of one.
Merriment for one and all
Until the last order call.
Then Don their coat and gloves
Made hast to their true loves.
The eve was late and off they walked
Slurring staggering as they talked.
The world to right, they placed well.
But in the morn unable to tell,
What world solutions found,
But went to work instead.

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