Treasure Island

Bernard Shaw


Nicest Town.


The nicest town I have ever seen,
Is small compact and ever so clean.
Elizabethan houses built long years ago,
They had gracefully aged ever so slow.
Oak beams held the thatched roofs of straw,
One of the prettiest sights I ever saw.
A Pub named after a Horse and Plough,
Is the main attraction both then and now.
Beer is sold in a bright atmosphere,
The Hostess and Host are glad you are here.
Welcome is the motto of the house,
Husbands come and bring your spouse.
Drinks are sold to one and all,
Eleven of the clock is time for the last call.
For a quick beer or one for the road.
It helps to lighten a heavy load.
Yes the nicest town I have ever seen,
Is small compact and ever so clean.

Submitted: Friday, October 31, 2003

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