Friday Poem (one of my own today)

It's the den o' the bevvy, the Publican's hoose.
Where eyes become glazed and tongues become loose.
Laughter is hearty and sarcasm raw,
And everyone's an expert when it comes to fitba!
Where the old and the young come as one, all together,
To discuss love and work, next door's car, and the weather.
Bravado increases and the meek become bold, As the drink promotes courage, so a Dutchman once told.
At the end of the night when it comes time for closin',
The guys makes their moves on the girls that were posin'.
 With silver tongued chat from mouths oiled with the liquor,
They try out their best lines, for a response, just a flicker!
And whatever the outcome; be they winners or losers,
They'll be back once again, to try their luck in 'The Boozer'