The College Bar

The College Bar

Only once did I visit the college bar.
Nobody went there,
Because the floor was tacky,
And there were no chairs.
The vodka was nasty and cheap,
As were the obnoxious green cocktails.
It was a room with a counter:
Half a pool cue;
An incomplete set of balls;
Three tables with sticky water rings;
And nowhere to put your elbows.
I think the Union unofficially moved,
Over the courtyard,
Where the furnishings were funded,
By Costa Coffee.