My Pub is an old pub.

My Pub leaks like a sieve.

My Pub is like a club.

My Pub has pokies, Keno and tab.

My Pub cheerfully takes my money.

My Pub is to be demolished.

This is very sad for my Pub.

But it has to be.

No more buckets to catch the leaks.

No more pot holes to provide excitement.

The new pub will be flash and shiny.

But memories and affection for my old pub will always remain.

Bill Rip, Iluka