There once stood a pub in Ovingham,[1]

Where Claire and I drank a wee (inducing) dram.[2]

The Hour was quite Happy,[3]

Our chatter was yappy,[4]

And as we’d driven to work in Claire’s RAV4 it made complete sense to go home in this instead of inexplicably abandoning the vehicle in the pub’s undercroft carpark like an orphaned hatchback and take the tram.[5]

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[1] Until recently it was known as the Bombay Bicycle Club, a nod to the hotel’s little-known popularity as a setting for many Bollywood musicals. None, however, with Brett Lee.

[2] Claire enjoyed a sparkling white (champagne) and an espresso martini while your limerickeer had two Pirate Life South Coast Pale Ales which can be quicker to drink than to type with two fingers.

[3] The pub offers no official Happy Hour(s) but does have really good prices, all day, every day.

[4] Notable conversation topics include Adelaide’s Fringe Festival, Mumbai’s Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus (CST) – A UNESCO World Heritage Site; a stunning railway station built in 1887, blending Victorian Gothic and traditional Indian architecture, and the surprising joys of porridge.

[5] May not adhere to traditional limerick final line metre.