Ode to Bryan Robert Johnson
The story of a landlord that must be told -
When he came to the Bell they exclaimed ‘so bold – so old’
but once firmly established as Leader and Chair
they were amazed by his strange charm and personal flair.
A pub that was in gloom and might possibly close
he revived from the ashes....like the phoenix she rose!
Walls down, doors off and the bar went out
All day builders working, (loudest noise is Bryan’s shout!)
After weeks of sawing and banging and dust
they thought he or Wadworths must surely go bust.
When the covers came off and the paint was dry
he’d produced a pub that you can’t walk by,
new carpets and curtains and lights – what a pub!
He even remembered the Chef for the grub!
The Yacht Club now berth to argue their news
(not always correct in BRJ’s views!)
He controls the bar with a rod of steel
Whistles and sings as the banknotes he feels,
Customers say ‘‘no more Bryan, we’ve drunk our fill’’
‘’Wrong answer’’ says Bryan ‘’ Oh yes you will!’’
The late night drinkers he happily serves
And takes their money as he feel he deserves,
but considering the above, it’s become very plain
Both Wadworths and village have had a great gain!
By kind permission of Derek Robinson