A Clapton Tale : by Paul Roberts

there was a little bar in clapton where the parrot flew free

and you could go to any toilet when you needed a wee

where the police were still happy that we took coke off the bar

because they were so scared we might be murdered in our cars

frequented by nutters all afternoon and night

some really clever and some that wern’t that bright

a murder of faces that made a weird scene

jokes galore and many were obscene

it was the nearest to family I’d had for ages

and that’s where I chose to spend my wages

knowing that they would let me sleep

when I had surpassed my peak

and once or twice they carried me home

lest I wake up in the bar alone
Paul Roberts

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