The Name of the Pub

There was a kind of sickness of mind evident in the corroborative clause
A negotiation with the truth that led all right speaking minds to contest
The best thing in the universe
Was still sliced bread
Nothing had swallowed the shallow shoals of undermining burnished levy breakers more than had the sun
That's not its name, that's not its name
They call it Red Lion, they call it white horse
They call it traveler's rest
That's not its name

Its in the name of the pub
is that place where you rub up against
Others bones
Old pig and slaughter
Th Arabian daughter
The knight who atones
The Royal Oak or little turtle
A fine resort, a brittle portal
Into unknown fields of words
Its all in the name of the pub

What's its name we were there last night
I lost my glasses, we had a fight
A bottle was broken so was a tooth
I went home, I forget in truth
The best times of my life
Are hidden beneath
The skin I clean each evening
And the carpet I hide underneath

Skin Deep
The skinny dipper
The old piper
The strong canoodler
Armstrong,
The Millers arm
The Ram's head
The Queens head
Cock and Bull
All the foreign inter pole pull

Sudden remembrances of France in a salty sea breeze
The old wives tale
Sailor's rest
4 in the morning a mast, a test
A broken token,
 A swinging emblem
Folded
Bespoken by the bride's trial