I Wonder - (The demise of the Pub)

As I sit in my virtual pub

With no packet of crisps

And no pub grub, I wonder

The beer looks great

With its frothy white head

Sat at a table with my virtual mate, I wonder

We drink a toast and the fire is glowing

To absent nights out

And the beer is flowing, I wonder

Go, going gone are the constant reports

Another pub closed

Through lack of support, I wonder

- I wonder if all our pubs will close

No frothy white head

On the end of my nose, I wonder............................

©Julian Race 17/06/2020