Bus stop boozing

Twas a cool clear night...

Nay, it was pissing with rain.

The plague in full swing,

Lockdown had raised its ugly head again.

I popped to the shop for some odds and some ends,

And wanted to go for a drink with some friends.

But alas for my wish to mix and to chat,

The Cov-19 rules had forbidden all that.

So instead I just bought a bottle of wine,

And sought out a place to drink on my own.

To the bus stop I headed, route 367,

Just outside Tesco, a haven of heaven.

Sitting there sipping my bottle of red,

The rain sploshing round me, I couldn't have cared.

My bus shelter drinking place, I was content,

To drink on my own, a bliss heaven sent.

Sadly, it seems that my night of al fresco

Imbibement has led me to let myself go.

And so you may think I have now gone too far,

By shunning the public house, hotel and bar

For a place where I just like to drink and to muse

On the meaning of life and the pleasure of booze.

A bus stop boozer is what I've become.

A victim of lockdown restrictions, ho hum...

O ~ o ~

Google Maps image: Route 367 bus stop, Tesco superstore, Elmers End. I really did spend a little time here one evening during lockdown, drinking a single-serving bottle of red wine - ha! Sometimes I revisit my illicit drinking venue for old time's sake. Don't judge me...

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