The Albion Part 2

My local part 2

The Albion Part 2

With the rosy red cheeks
fresh from the cold,
or their sun-kissed red cheeks
fresh from the burn.
We gather in a huddle,
and with the niceties expressed,
we begin the drivel that makes these days so necessary.
I get the warm friendly insults from the staff
that only a regular would understand,
the jokes about the light fitting hanging by the blue tack.
the comments to Guy about his height challenged stature,
and staring at the record breaking amount of key-rings
hanging above the bar,
wondering once again,
How many their are?