Local Knowledge : 9 stanzas each of 4 lines about a mangy dog and an innocent drinker.
He stretched and yawned and scratched an ear,
Then, from the hot verandah,
He headed for the Public bar
In a drunken-like meander.
I watched him as he made his way
Across the bar-room floor
And hoped the drinker standing there
Had drunk in here before.
The drinker was an English bloke
Out visiting relations.
He’d never been to country pubs
Nor even cattle stations.