Wynne's Bar, Mahe, The Seychelles Islands Poem by Terry Brewer

Wynne’s bar is a haven
From the monotony cast by this isle
When the sun goes down of an evening
And it’s beauty has ceased to beguile.

It’s a place where a jovial encounter
Will most certainly come your way
Amid the chink of the glasses
And the rattle of dice as we play.

The beer, the food, the company
None better will you find
To cheer the spirit, feed the body
And stimulate the mind.

Yes, Wynne’s bar is a haven
From the monotony cast by this isle
When the sun goes down of an evening
And it’s beauty has ceased to beguile.