• ~Ode To The Subs~

what memories these walls must hold

this Cotswold-stone built home of old

whose ostentatious columns rise

like Grecian temples to the skies

to stand since eighteen thirty four

an idea from subscriptions born

with portico* to cover those

who would arrive in coach and droves

to sample such extreme decor

and dance upon this ballroom floor

before the djs and the clubs

the only gigs were at the Subs

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you stood aloft through two world wars

yet outwardly look as before

and rise up like some Parthenon

at ev'ry show that's ever on

in sixty two and sixty three

the Beatles played reluctantly

they graced the stage before the fame

when many barely knew their name

those Saturdays that ran for years

and often ended up in tears

when no stilettos were allowed

and teddy boys made up the crowd

but now with backdrops lift and lights

we get to sample new delights

as people come from near and far

to moan about the upstairs bar

at council meetings where you pray

for heavy rock or classic play

where old and young with shoulders rub

within this home we call the Subs

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Crispin Thomas