The Lobster Pot
There is what is, and what is not,
And then there is The Lobster Pot.
Between dream and reality, it lies somewhere,
Steeped in ocean mists and coastal air
(In fact it lies in Blackness-on-Sea,
The nicest place you’ll ever be).
Between the realms of kitsch and art
It waits to charm your jaded heart
With many a painting bright, and sign
That only the cynical would malign.
Between the worlds of work and leisure,
You can take your pint with pleasure:
While waiting staff around you hurry,
You can drink without a worry.
Between the ocean and the land,
There upon a desolate strand,
It waits your custom, waits to show
Good people where good people go.
There is what is, and what is not,
And then there is The Lobster Pot.
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