Pint

My dear sir

It seems I am coming to visit

Traveling a great distance 

Seeking your company

Quite splendid, you might say to me

Most magnificent 

A delicious surprise

I shall make time for you

Sort out a space

Fit you in

Nay...

More than that...

My current plans shall vanish, you should say to me

The halls of my time shall become yours

Furnished with pleasures 

Adorned with amusements

We shall dine on fine foods

Converse over succulent wines

Traipse about 

Until our bones creak, you would say to me

But sir, upon my arrival I shan't knock at your door

I am not rude

I carry impeccable credentials of politeness

My chest heaves under the weight of etiquette 

And sir, notification of my presence falls to you

I shall abide you nursing a fine pint at your accustomed public house

Earnest in the certainty of your destined appearance

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