Here is a little something I wrote, just because:
With the dim lights that shine and TVs with sound
The Pub’s nestled in a mountain, barely able to be found
The bartenders there are quick, some will melt your heart
Keeping your cup full and offering snacks as a start
Sometimes the bars banter can be loud and strong
But will settle down as the jukebox plays a favorite song
With spatulas ready and customers sprits in hand
The cooks make creations that are the best in the land
The jukebox plays melodies, tales of the past,
As we toast to the memories that forever will last.
In the Ozark mountains, our spirits take flight,
In this cherished pub, bathed in soft candlelight.
As the night pours on like a glass of dark red wine
The Pub fills up and seats are hard to find
Darts start to fly and pool sticks are chalked up
While the cooks fill your plate and barkeeps fill your cup
So here’s to the pub in the Ozark’s embrace,
A sanctuary of joy, a magical place.
Where stories are woven, like threads through the night,
In our favorite pub, everything feels just right.
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