Closed For The Cup

G'day again my friends... The Lake Leake Chalet, being tucked away in the bush with the deer, and near on the banks of Lake Leake it offered some very interesting moments to any passers by lucky to find there way to the front door.....and , I might add, if the door is open!! 😀 sure hope you enjoy the following read, it was fun penning it.

Closed for the Cup


I was driving down the mountain just the other day
When I saw this old fella sloggin up the other way
I pulled over and said "g'day mate...what-ya doin way up here?
He said, "i'm headin up the mountain lookin for the local beer"

At the mention of a beer my heart began to race
So I turned the old yella ute around after seeing the anguish on his face
I said "hop aboard old mate, it's much warmer in here....
I'll drive you up the mountain and find you the local beer."

Now seated there beside this bloke...his name was Jack from Diggers Rest
He'd come across the stormy Strait cause he'd heard our beer was the best
I could see a tremor in his hand...as though he was in great fear...
I said "hang in there ole mate whilst I find you the local beer".

Well I found a sign on the left that read "The best beer in the world...
Drop in and rest your weary bones and give the local drop a whirl"
It was then that Jack realised he was getting very near...
To quenching his thirst... on a drop of the local beer.

So we bumped along this dusty road until in the distance we saw
A strange lookin building with "welcome" on the door
It looked a little outa place standing there among the deer...
But it offered Jack his best chance...to taste the local beer.

Jack jumped quickly from the ute before I had even stopped
He raced across to the door...but found that it was locked
He gave the knob a decent yank but fell back and landed fairly on his rear
Perhaps this would not be the day...Jack downed a local beer.

"Closed for the CUP"......the sign in the window read
Jack staggered to his feet and banged the door with his head
But don't worry if you see a bloke  at the door lookin somewhat queer... 
It's only Jack from Diggers Rest, waiting to taste a local beer.

Yes, they closed the pub for The Cup the day that Jack arrived
Twas the next day at opening that they found him barely alive...
During the night he went to sleep in the paddock with the deer...
Praying to the Lord above " please don't let me die before I taste a local beer!!"



Darrell B Parker
Weaver of Words and Emotions