Stay Away From The Pub Poem by Philip Carter

The message I got was simple
Direct and to the point
If I turned up at the pub
My nose would out of joint
Whether that means I will be hit
Or just be in the way
The threat seemed to imply
That in someway I will pay
This warning came from a friend
Who I'm sure is on my side
But just in case he isn't
In my fears I won't confide
So for lunch I will go
To a different place
In the hope, no one there
Will punch me in the face.