The Lishenererersss

The Lishenererersss

"Is there anybody there?"
Said the traveller
Knocking on the moonlit bar
Licking his lips and thinking
Of a cool refreshing jar
And a mouse jumped out
Of the woodwork
And landed on his head
And he smote upon the bar again
A second time
"Is there anybody there,?" he said
But no one descended to the traveller
No hand mopped the bar-top spill
No bloodshot eye gazed into his
Where he stood perplexed and still
But only a host of phantom boozers
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood thronging round the dartboard
Ignoring that voice from the world of men
Stood thronging the feint moonbeams
On the dark stair
That led to the toilet smelly and airless
Tiptoeing round the puddles
Of the hasty and the careless
And he felt in his heart their drunkenness
Their belches answering his cry
While a drunken binger regurgitated
A steak and kidney pie
For he suddenly smote on the bar
Even louder, and lifted his head
"Tell them I came, that no one answered;
That I missed last orders," he said
Never the least stir made the boozers
For every word he spake
Was drowned by the ghostly duke-box
And a drunken, bawdy wake
They never heard how he hit the condom machine
Which gave him nothing for his money
Or how the silence surged softly backwards
As he stomped off to get an Indian curry.