The Spoons The Spoons The Spoons My Love Poem by Simon Vestibule

There's a place that's a treasure like a chest of doubloons,
That place is a place which is a pub that is called Wetherspoon's.
A place to give new alcopops a try,
To relax if you're lonely or with your happy family. [pronounced fa-mi-lie so it rhymes]

There's a bar and a driptray and pork scratchings and chairs,
There's framed Athena posters by the stairs.
There's Carlsberg, there's Strongbow, there's both colours of wine,
At these prices, fine.

Families laughing all around,
Haha haha, that heartwarming sound.
Staring, alone, at the Bell's on the shelf,
Waiting for the baiting beerglass bottom, beckoning like hell itself.

Whether young people or people old,
Your welcome to evince this wonderful pub's fold.
Families with children oh so happily play,
Until 7: 30 when they are no longer permitted due to Wetherspoons policy and must stay away.

If you are down and if life you hate,
Come for Curry Thursday for curry on a washed plate.
Rice or traditional chips - choose one of those,
Please, Wetherspoons, I beg you, please, I beg you, never close.