Last Orders: An Ode To London's Padlocked Pubs

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By M@
Last Orders: An Ode To London's Padlocked Pubs
Pint and shadow

The Cock has crowed, the Blackbird’s flown,
On London’s drinking culture.
The Dove has dived, The Falcon fled,
Adieu the George and Vulture.

The Hope is gone, The World’s End ended,
The Fullback fully Faltered.
The Coach and Horses? Ran its courses,
Till the Case is Altered.

Case is Altered pub

The Penderel’s Oak: bereft of folk.
The Running Footman: lame.
The Holborn Whippet: lies insipid.
The Perseverance: same.

It’s the last post of The Blue Post.
The Half Moon’s in eclipse.
Prospect of Whitby: PoW.
Shovell sank his Ships.

Blue Posts sign

Silence in The Lamb; The Gun is shot,
The Euston Tap ran dry.
Princess Louise is down on her knees,
And The Rugby scores no try.

Anchor Bankside’s on its backside,
Water Rats abandon ship.
Captain Kidd has battened hatches,
Cutty Sark received a clip.

The Cutty Sark pub

Jeremy Bentham, back in his box.
Sherlock plays the fiddle.
Boleyn's had her head chopped off.
Can John Snow solve this riddle?

Up in Hampstead, by the Heath,
The Flask is but a ghost.
The Holly Bush is all a-hush;
The Spaniards, Spanish toast.

Holly Bush sign

But...

We shan't forsake the Rake for long.
The Rising Sun shall light the sky,
Hear the French House punters sing,
"It's au revoir and not goodbye!"

Cheers!

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Last Updated 31 March 2020