What happened thus;

That caused this scene,

A host of caricatures.

All within this tiny room,

A bar – just one a small saloon.

In corner sits a haggard fly

O’er dressed in evening wear.

First bought late seventies perhaps

But worn with first bought pride,

True age belied.

Eavesdropped conversation

Revealing car enthusiast.

Boring all ‘bout his vintage car

With vintage clothes to match,

‘Non-synchro gearbox’. Fancy that!

Nice so very nice,

As young man deliberates

Over a quiet few pints

With prospective father in law –

Pre-wedding chore.

Six new subjects have arrived

In give-away garb of sweaters

Hoodies and trainers for shoes.

Our learned young, no spending sprees;

Concentrating on degrees.

Once proud gentleman

Sitting in corner – drunken sot!

Pin-striped suit so out of place,

From pocket hangs kerchief.

Insurance man or dapper thief?

People drawn in search of beer,

Of conversation, dying art.

Portrayed as thus

A strange array…

But of me, what do they say?