Joker
You’re found in the vault at the pub.
A place where folk laugh, never snub.
Fallen off waggon, again.
Every day as a friend.
You say it with pride looking smug.
A self-professed philosopher of sorts:
Your gazing stare, your friendly retorts.
This is no charm offensive,
No need get defensive.
Your laugh sure as ever will purport.
Infamous hat perched atop of your brow
You doth with a gentlemanly bow.
King on karaoke night
You’re dapperly nocturn in white.
Looking gracious your singing brings slough.
Lyrics ambling carefully towards
A life weathered hard but not warred.
You prop up the bar
Drinking ale by the jar
All the happier that you’re still not barred
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