eating at the star

a small poem for hungry people

We have no kitchen but we’ve found,
A clever way of cheating,
To provide you drinks and atmosphere,
And make sure that you’re eating…

At noon there is the caff next door,
To make your lunchtime snacks
Or why not bring your own packed meal,
And with a drink relax?

Evening time, a takeaway,
Enjoyed by one and all,
Pizza? Chinese? Indian?
Use our phone to call.

Most deliver to the pub,
And we’ll supply the plates,
So grab a pint or glass of wine,
Then tuck in with your mates.